The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mud is thick and cold, sucking at your boots with a wet, rhythmic pull that feels less like terrain and more like a slow, suffocating embrace. You are running, or perhaps stumbling, for you cannot quite tell the difference anymore, but you are moving away from the sound of the snapping branches and the heavy, wet thud of boots that are not yours. In your left hand, you clench the object...

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