The Faded Dust
I woke in the green dark, the air thick with the scent of rot and rain, and the first thing I knew was that I was no longer entirely myself. It was not a dream, though it had the slippery, ungraspable quality of one. I was walking, or perhaps I was being carried, through a forest that had no name on any map I had ever read. The trees were ancient, their bark black and peeling like dead skin,...
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