The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The sword hung in the oak tree. It had been there for three days. Rain slicked the blade, turning the steel into a dark mirror that reflected nothing but the grey sky above. Thomas stood beneath it. He did not look up. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. "Leave it," said a voice from the brush. "It is cursed." Thomas did not turn. "It is my father’s." "Then let it stay. The forest takes...

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