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Episode 92

Author: MICHEAL X
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I am the prison. The boundary-realm. The walls. The air. The roots beneath. And the Unraveler is inside me.

It shouldn’t hurt. I’m not flesh anymore. Not really. But it does. Gods, it does. Every drip of ichor is a needle of wrongness burrowing into the fabric of me, warping the trees into grotesque, pulsing things, turning the rivers into sluggish veins of half-clotted time. I can feel the infection spreading—tendrils of corruption threading through my borders, whispering in a voice that isn’t sound, just pressure against the inside of my skull.

Lily.

Not my name. Not really. Just the shape of it, warped and hollow. The Unraveler doesn’t speak. It echoes.

I try to ignore it. Focus on the pain instead. The physical wrongness of the ichor seeping into the soil, the way the air shudders when I breathe (do I breathe? I don’t know anymore). The Child is here, somewhere—small and bright and terrified, flitting through the mutated undergrowth like a ghost. I feel her presence like a hand pr
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