That “Peaceful” Nest Was Hiding Something Way Darker Than Feathers
Where the Birds Once Sang
Tim had spent more hours under that tree than he cared to count—unofficial guardian of the park, watching life unfold. But today, something was different. The usual chirping, the rustling leaves, the hum of life—gone. What was left was an eerie silence that seemed to cling to the air, a ghost of what used to be.
Compelled by a gut feeling, Tim knew he couldn’t ignore it. As a park ranger, his job wasn’t just patrolling; it was protecting the balance of nature. And this mystery—whatever it was—had to be unraveled. What he would discover would forever change his view of the peaceful haven he thought he knew so well.
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