This story was born from a dream. In the dream, I was walking in the mountains and found a camera in the hole of an old tree. Who owns the camera? Why would he hide it here? After waking up, this question kept lingering in my mind. So I wrote the first sentence of Wedge: The forest cannot speak, but sometimes, it remembers everything.
Note: The names, places, companies, etc. That appear in the novel are all fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
Concept: This story is about secrets buried by time - they never really disappear, they are just waiting to be discovered.