groves.Rage pressed against the wall in Logan’s head, a dam threatening to break. Sometimes, before and especially after the mudslide, he had seriously contemplated bombing Pacific Lumber headquarters. He was always quick to suppress the thought. but that was why he had to stay out of the fight.
The Grove of the Ancients was up a steep slope, and the increased incline and thick root and moss growth required their mental focus to navigate. Talking was no longer possible, but with each step upward, as the width and height of the trees increased, the silence around them deepened, as if the voice of the trees was a decibel beyond hearing, perceived only as a cottony silence of blocked eardrums. They were stepping back into the timelessness of millennial beings, dwarfed to the size of ants.
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