The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream began with the sound of rain lashing against the windowpane of a house I had not entered for forty years. It was a rhythmic, percussive drumming, steady as a heartbeat, steady as the pulse that had driven my body through decades of service. I was standing in the garden, the wet soil clinging to my boots, and before me was the old oak tree, its branches stripped bare by an autumn wind...

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