The Golden Myth
The axe bit deep. Wood splintered. The sound was wet. It was the sound of ending. Caleb struck again. The blade rang true. He did not look up. He could not. If he looked up, he would see the fire. He would see the smoke. He would see the end of the world he had built. So he only saw the wood. Only the grain. Only the pain in his arm. It was a good pain. It was a real pain. It was better than...
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