The Golden Quest
The axe bites into the oak. You do not see the wood. You see the edge. You are Elias Vane, and your hands are steady. They have always been steady. That is what they pay you for. That is what the town expects. You are the carpenter of Ashford, a place of stone and silence, where the river runs cold and the wind carries the scent of wet wool and old blood. The village is dying. Not from plague,...
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