The Watcher's Lament (Expanded)
I have watched the green lungs of the world shrink for a thousand years, but the forest surrounding the city of New York is a different kind of tragedy. It is a place of ghosts and greed. I move through the ferns as a breeze, a flicker of light, a nameless wanderer. Two men came into my domain last October. They smelled of expensive cologne and old money—property developers, the kind of men who...
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