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Jesse Mac @jessemackinnon.com
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A bolt of lightning, on a night unlooked for, smote the ancient oak and split it in twain. Long had it stood, a seemingly permanent witness to ages. The sudden fire revealed truth within: hidden rot, a hollow heart, and slow decay beneath its bark.