” – It’s nothing to worry about, just a little wind. “
Little did he know it was a storm sent by vindictive spirits. Upset by the way he’d ignored the law of the land.
He’d come back from studying abroad, saying we needed to do things like modern folks did. Taming nature to our ends, not relying on her blessings. So he dammed the rivers and chopped down the woods to make workhouses spewing smoke day and night. When the wise ones cautioned him, he called them silly old soothsayers.
In the morning. Not one of his prized chestnut trees still stood.
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