The Golden Farce
The great oak tree standing in the center of the town square, its roots drinking deep from the stone-paved earth and its branches stretching out like the arms of a benevolent and terrible god, had been there, they told me, since before the first cobblestone was laid, since before the church bells were cast, since before the very concept of time had settled into the rhythm of the townsfolk’s...
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