The tale of the eternal walking stick

The tale of the eternal walking stick

I once moved to a new village and after settling in I decided to go for a walk through the centre to see what the people were like. I sat in the centre of the village on a bench and after taking in the wonderful architecture of this ancient village, I was joined by an elderly monk who sat beside me and stared in the same direction as me. Mustering up the courage, I held out my hand and said hello to him. He shook my hand and returned my greeting. I could not help noticing this amazing stick he was holding,

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