The Wistful Incense

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The oak split. It did not crack. It did not groan. It simply ceased to be one thing and became two. The sound was a wet tear, like a shoe pulled from a wet sock. Silence followed. Then the screaming started. Dr. Elias Thorne stood on the lawn. He held his coffee. The liquid sloshed against the paper rim. He did not drop it. He watched the tree. The Great Oak of Millhaven. It had stood there for...

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