The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream was a wall of white. Thomas stood before it. It was not a wall of stone. It was a wall of bone. Smooth. Cold. It stretched up into a dark that had no stars. It stretched down into a floor that had no end. He pressed his hand against it. The surface was warm. It pulsed. Like a heart. Like his own. He was a soldier. He wore the red coat of the Crown. The buttons were silver. They were...

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