The Faded Root
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside the windows of the sprawling Victorian house into a blurred watercolor of mud and leaf litter, a damp, rotting mirror that reflected nothing but the exhaustion of the men who now occupied the parlor, men who wore their fatigue with the same casual, heavy grace that the house itself wore its...
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