Stolen River
The dam rose high, blocking the water’s flow completely. The river behind it strained against the barrier, blackened by filth, barely trickling over. Andrew’s fists clenched as he realized the waterfall hadn’t simply dried—it had been strangled. Someone had built this. Someone had taken control of the forest’s lifeblood. His chest tightened with anger, because now he understood: this wasn’t nature’s doing. It was deliberate destruction. And someone was responsible.
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