The Distant Clue
The axe hung above the mantle. It was a heavy thing. Oak handle. Iron head. Cold to the touch even in summer. Elias kept it there. Not for chopping wood. The woodpile was done. The stove was fed. The axe hung. It watched. Elias was a man of few words. He spoke when he had to. He worked when he needed to. His hands were rough. His back was straight. He was a soldier in the old wars. The kind...
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