The Golden Downtown
The willow tree in the center of the square was dying, not from age or disease, but from a slow, deliberate starvation that had taken root in the minds of the town’s inhabitants, a creeping withering that mirrored the rot in their own consciences while they pretended to see only the beauty of its weeping branches in the morning mist, which was how it had always been, the tree standing as a...
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