Once upon a time, there was a poor woodcutter who lived on the edge of a forest with his two children. You all know how the tale goes from here, I trust: the breadcrumb path, the gingerbread house, the wicked witch. But for now, I want to focus on the beginning of the tale: the woodcutter, the edge of the forest.
Who owned that forest? Whose land was the woodcutter working?
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