The Golden Downtown
The elm tree in the center of the town square is not alive, at least not in the way that you are alive, and as you stand before it with your hands pressed against the rough, peeling bark, you feel a vibration that travels up your arms and settles in your chest, a low hum that sounds suspiciously like the breathing of a beast that has been asleep for a very long time and is now beginning to wake...
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