The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The harvest moon hung low and swollen over the Vane manor, casting a pale, watery light across the long oak table where forty-two-year-old Silas Vane presided over a feast that was less a meal than a ritual of self-deification. He carved the leg of a roast pheasant with a precision that bordered on the surgical, the knife flashing in the candlelight as he dissected the meat for his guests, a...

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