The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ledger lay open on the rotting mahogany of the side table, its pages swollen with damp, the ink bleeding in slow, brown rivers that looked less like writing and more like old wounds weeping. You, Elias, stood in the foyer of Blackwood Manor, the air thick with the metallic tang of copper and the sour, sweet rot of lilies left too long in stagnant water. The house groaned around you, a low,...

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