Usually, men carrying axes were unwelcome in the woods.
But Armo was a different sort of man. He respected nature, cherished it even, and the trees knew him.
The day she died, he was there, ax in hand.
He arrived shortly after dawn, telling them he couldn’t bear the thought of her body decaying and asking permission to alter the natural order of things.
They looked into his heart.
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