The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

I woke with the taste of iron and old moss in my mouth, the kind of heavy, metallic tang that clings to the teeth long after the dream has dissolved into the grey haze of waking, and I realized that I was not in my own body, but in the skin of a thing that had no name, a thing that had been carved from the silence between the raindrops and the thunder, a creature of the old, forgotten woods who...

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