I had a feeling and went to look again under the old chestnut tree. The tree is now green and splendid under the spring sun. I was digging in the place where I had found the golden key. Suddenly, a skeleton hand appeared from the dirt. I dug up the whole body. Well, the lower portion was completely missing. He or she was still holding an oath candle, but their sword wasn’t there. I gave the former guardian a proper burial in a stone mound. I try not to think where the other half of the body ended.

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