When you’re gone, Oakvane will remember you.
The roots will puppet you.
May the soil you find be good, so that you can finally rest.
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Something slithered.
Something crawled.
Something cracked.
Marla felt out of focus and detached. A fibrous sensation crawled through her, chasing every beat of her hurting heart.
She was aware of a...
