The Faded Root
December 14th. The cold has settled into the stones of the eastern wing, a dampness that seeps through the wool of my sleeves and settles in the joints of my fingers. I am here because the building is dying, and I am the only one who knows how to keep it standing. For three years, I have pleaded with the administration for funds to reinforce the Faded Root, the massive central pillar that...
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