The second temptation was crueler. Gold. He could leave the forest forever. He could buy a shop, a house, a future. All for a single word: Yes .
"Yes!" Raghav cried, reaching out. "That is mine! Thank you, thank you." an honest woodcutter story for class 11
Raghav was not a man of means, but he was a man of measure. Every morning, before the sun bled gold over the Sal forests, he would touch the cold iron of his axe. It was a humble tool—its wooden handle polished smooth by two decades of calloused palms, its blade nicked and scratched like the face of an old warrior. But it was his. The second temptation was crueler
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