The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The fire started in the chimney flue at dawn, a silent, white-capped eruption that consumed the upper gallery of the manor before the first alarm bell could even clear its throat. I stood in the courtyard, my uniform singed at the hem, watching the oak beams twist and blacken against the pale sky, holding a piece of charred wood in my gloved hand. It was not just wood. It was a root, ancient...

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