A small literary experiment:
I've edited a passage slightly to remove some identifying features. If you don't recognize it please say in comments what genre you think it is, when you think it was written, and what you think happens next. If you do recognize it please comment to say you recognize it, but don't otherwise comment.
Dried grasses and leaves gave under him, then remoulded about his body, and the fine scent of them filled his nostrils as he fell asleep easily. He did not dream at all.
I'll post more on this in a day or two.
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