The Distant Whispers

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The mill wheel stopped turning on the morning of the autumn equinox. It was not a gradual halt, nor a groaning decay. It was a sudden, absolute cessation, as if the river itself had drawn a sharp breath and held it. You were standing on the stone bridge, watching the water churn against the timber, when the silence fell. It was a heavy, physical thing, pressing against your eardrums. In the...

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