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Wither At The RootA fugue had fallen over Grei. His Essence was plied against his will until reason surrendered and he’d begun to walk. The forest was dense, the footpath lost long ago, but the call dragged him on, nagging his dreams when he rested.
He took in his surroundings through the fog: trees growing close together in strange forms, with leaves of glass and gold and jewel, their trunks twisted ivory and silver mist, and draped in silk woven by spiders of copper filigree. They moved around him, whispering and reaching out with fingers of smoke that scratched against his armor, then drew back in sorrow. His footfalls were soft over the many-colored feathers that carpeted the forest floor as the foliage sang in high tones—either to cover the sounds of his passage, or announce it.
He stopped, pressing his palms to his temples and squeezing his eyes shut. The trees’ song filled his blood, inviting him to lie down and sleep. Conviction wavered, but he steeled himself and opened his mo
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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