The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The oak in the center of the Great Hall was not a tree, but a wound in the air that had learned to hold its breath. It stood there, a pillar of knotted wood rising from the polished marble floor, its roots spreading outward like the fingers of a drowning man grasping for purchase. You had spent the better part of your life studying its rings, its decay, its slow, imperceptible war against the...

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