The Faded Root
The cellar door groaned open, releasing a breath of damp earth and old rust that seemed to cling to the throat of the house, a heavy, silencing weight that pressed against the eardrums of anyone who dared descend into the subterranean dark where the foundations of the Whitmore estate met the ancient, unyielding bedrock. Thomas Whitmore, a man whose uniform had long since lost its crisp edges to...
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