The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The chisel bit into the oak with a sound like a bone snapping, and the wood shivered in my hand, hot as a fevered forehead. I pulled it back, the splinter still clinging to the grain, and looked up at Mr. Vane, who stood in the doorway of the chapel with his arms crossed, watching me with the detached curiosity of a man inspecting a damaged rug. November 14th. The estate has changed hands...

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