It was a decoy.
The tree. Because it commanded your attention. A huge tree damaged by Mother Nature.
“Wow… Look at that tree!” people would say as they passed by, not noticing the obvious.
The stone wall was a decoy, too. It was old and obviously constructed by someone who knew stone walls.
Together, the tree and the wall were a beautiful focal point… a landmark in the small town. Every one from miles around knew this tree and this wall…. it had been here longer than anyone still alive.
No one ever suspected the horrible things hidden there.
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