The Wistful Silence
The axe head weighed seven pounds, a slab of forged iron that cost four shillings and sixpence at the smithy in Harrowgate. Elias counted the weight in his hands, feeling the cold metal bite into his palms, a familiar pressure that steadied the nerves. It was November, 1912, and the frost had already stiffened the mud around the cellar steps. He needed to clear the oak. It was the only task...
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