The Faded Portrait

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You wake with the taste of iron and old pine in your mouth, the dream still clinging to your mind like wet wool. It is a dream of roots, thick and white, twisting through the dark soil, drinking in the silence of the earth. You do not remember your own name for a moment. You are only the breath, the pulse, the heavy weight of a body that has walked too far for too long. The fog is rising off...

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