The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The room was small. The air was thick. I sat on the edge of the bed. My hands were still. The wallpaper peeled. It curled like a dry leaf. I watched it fall. It landed on the floor. A grey square. My name is Elara. I am alone here. The clock ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. It sounds like a hammer. It sounds like a bone breaking. I do not look at the door. I do not want to see who opens it. I do not...

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