No one in Briar Hollow remembered planting the tree, and yet it stood in the center of the old square as though it had always belonged there, its trunk twisted in a slow, deliberate spiral and its branches stretching outward like the fingers of something reaching for a throat that could not scream. It had appeared after a night of violent wind that rattled every window and tore shingles from rooftops, but the storm itself had not left so much as a fallen branch behind, which made the presence of the tree feel less like a natural occurrence and more like a decision made by something patient and unseen.
No one in Briar Hollow remembered planting the tree, and yet it stood in the center of the old square as though it had always belonged there, its trunk twisted in a slow, deliberate spiral and its branches stretching outward like the fingers of something reaching for a throat that could not screa...