The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The axe bit deep. The wood splintered. Red sap bled. Elias Vane wiped his brow. The dust was thick. It coated his tongue. It filled his lungs. He was a cobbler. He was a maker of fine leather. He was a man of precision. Here, in the wilds, he was a butcher. The tree was oak. Ancient. It stood like a judge. Elias struck again. The handle shivered in his grip. The impact was dull. Thud. He...

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