The Faded Chronicle

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2026-08-21 16:23:05 -

The elm tree stood in the center of the yard. It was old. Its bark was gray and cracked. I watched it from the window. My name is Thomas. I am seven years old. The summer was long. The heat pressed against the glass. I felt it on my skin. It was a heavy hand. I did not move. I waited. The tree had a hollow. A dark mouth in the wood. I knew it held something. I was not sure what. I did not look....

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