The Faded Root
The tower stood against the sky. It was made of bone. Not animal bone. Human bone. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Something that remembered being alive. You dreamt of it. You always dreamt of it. The white spire pierced the grey clouds. It hummed. A low, resonant hum that vibrated in your teeth. In your dreams, you were small. You were a speck of dust at the base. You looked up. The...
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