The Distant Legend
"You let them take it," said Elias. He did not look at the man across the table. He looked at the wood. The grain was dark, swirling like oil on water. A single oak tree. It had been cut down three days ago. It stood in the center of the square, older than the town hall, older than the church. It was gone. Thomas sat still. His hands were flat on the table. He was a deputy sheriff. He wore a...
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