The Faded Guest
The oak tree stands in the garden, its roots drinking deep of the earth, its branches spreading out like the arms of a benevolent and ancient god, watching over the house with a gaze that has not wavered since the time when your grandfather first broke the soil with his shovel, and it is this unchanging, silent witness that you have spent the last thirty years trying to convince yourself is...
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