The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The house shuddered. Not from wind. From inside. I felt it in my teeth. A vibration. Low. Persistent. It rose from the floorboards, up through the soles of my boots, and settled in the marrow of my bones. I had been here for forty years. I knew the creaks. I knew the sighs of the old timber. But this was different. This was a pulse. My name is Arthur Vane. I am a keeper of the perimeter. Or so...

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