The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

You wake in the smell of rot. It is sweet. It is thick. It coats the back of your throat like tar. The floor is not wood. It is flesh. Pale, veined, pulsing beneath your bare feet. This is the Hall. You know it by the hum in your teeth. You are seven. You are not seven. You are the boy who stays. The air is cold. It bites your nose. Outside the window, if it is a window, there is no sky. Only a...

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