The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The house breathed. It was a deep, rattling exhale that started in the cellar and ended in the eaves. Thomas felt it in his teeth. He sat at the head of the long oak table, though he was only nine. The room was vast. Too vast for a boy. But the house had always been too vast for anyone. His mother, Eleanor, was not there. She was in the garden. She was always in the garden. The roses were...

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