The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The first tree fell at dawn. It was an oak, ancient and twisted, its roots gripping the earth like the fingers of a drowning man. I watched it go. The sound was not a crack. It was a sigh. A long, ragged exhalation of wood and sap. Then it was gone. Just a stump. A wound in the ground. I am a keeper of the green. That is what they call me. A title that tastes like ash. I stand in the clearing...

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