The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream had teeth. They were made of rusted iron, sharp and cold, gnashing against the back of his mind. Thomas woke with a gasp, the air in the cabin thick and stagnant. It smelled of wet wool and old paper. Outside, the rain lashed the windowpanes. The sound was a constant, rhythmic drumming. It was the only sound that mattered. Thomas sat up. His heart hammered against his ribs. He looked...

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