The Faded Root
The house shuddered. It was not a tremor of the earth, but a spasm of the wood itself, a violent shudder that rattled the teacups in the china cabinet and sent a fine dust of plaster raining down from the ceiling. You felt it in your teeth. You felt it in the hollow of your throat. The study, your sanctuary of silence and stacked volumes, became a cage of vibrating air. You are Elias Thorne....
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