The Mire of Memory

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I have lived in the swamp for so long that I no longer remember the taste of dry air. My skin is the color of peat, and my fingers are like gnarled roots. The people of the town call me a monster, a deformity of nature, and they are right. I am a creature of the muck, a witness to the rot. I remember Lily. She was a child when she first found me, hiding in the cypress knees. While other...

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