The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The silence in the workshop was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that settled into the joints and the marrow, pressing against the eardrums with the patience of deep water. I sat at the heavy oak workbench, the varnish of the wood worn smooth by decades of my own palms, and stared at the object in front of me, a simple wooden stool with one leg sanded down to a whisper. It was an...

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