The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream always began with the smell of wet limestone and old, dried blood, a scent so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against the back of my throat, and I would wake in the narrow cot of my cell, the straw shifting beneath me with the dry, skeletal rattle of bones, the grey light of the morning filtering through the high, barred windows to paint the floor in long, pale stripes...

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