The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud sucked at your boots like a living thing, cold and wet against the soles, and the sky above was a bruised purple that promised nothing but more rain. You held the axe high, the wood damp and heavy in your hands, and you swung. It did not cut the tree. It passed through the bark as if the wood were smoke, and the branch snapped off with a sound like a bone breaking. You stared at the gap...

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