The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You are the one who holds the key, though you cannot remember forging it, and the door it opens is not a door but a mouth, a vast, yawning aperture in the side of the ancient oak that stands in the center of the garden, its bark peeling away in long, dry strips that curl like the pages of a book no one has read in centuries. You stand in the mud, the rain having just ceased its relentless...

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