The magic tree is dying, and the one person who can save it hasn't told a story in fifty years. Her silence has a reason—and it's buried in her own garden.
Part 2 of 2 in The Tree That Grew Stories
Lázaro llegó al mediodía con su carreta de semillas. Miró el árbol casi vacío y no pareció sorprendido. «El árbol no inventa historias—dijo—.
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