The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The cellar door groans open with a sound like a dying animal, and the air that rushes out is thick, wet, and smells of iron and old rain, carrying with it the weight of a secret that has been breathing in the dark for three hundred years, and you stand there, your hand gripping the rusted iron handle until your knuckles turn the color of bone, watching the shadow detach itself from the stone...

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