The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The oak was dying. Not quickly. Not with a crack or a snap. It bled sap. Brown, thick, sweet-smelling. It oozed from the bark. The wood cracked. Slowly. The branches sagged. The leaves turned gray. Margaret Holloway watched it. She stood in the garden. The soil was cold. Her boots sank in. The mud clung to her calves. She did not care. She looked up. The crown of the tree was a skeleton. White...

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