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Freshly-split length of oak, sapwood pale and heartwood dark, the cut faces still bleeding a little sap where the axe landed. Heavy enough that you think twice about carrying a second.
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Worked out of the slow-rotation coppice that the forestry wardens maintain against a calendar nobody in living memory has successfully argued against. Woodcutters deliver by the cart, builders measure by the cord, and the village children make a minor sport of stealing splinters off the pile for kindling of their own. A single log rough-squared on two sides becomes a respectable beam in an afternoon, which is why carpenters never pass an unclaimed pile without checking.