The Faded Ruin
The elm tree stood at the end of Sycamore Street like a silent witness to a crime that had never been properly recorded, its bark thick and furrowed with the history of a town that preferred to forget rather than remember. It was a constant, a fixed point in the shifting landscape of Ashfield, a place where the municipal planning department had decided that nature could be managed, categorized,...
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