The Ashes of Icarus
The Ashes of Icarus The cicadas screamed in the heat, a sound like a thousand tiny saws cutting through wood. Silas Blackwood stood at the edge of the plantation, his boots sinking into the red clay, and watched the last oak tree sway in the wind. It was the only tree left on three hundred acres of dead earth, and even it was dying, its leaves turning brown at the edges, its branches sagging...
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