The Faded Portrait

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The fog does not rise. It presses down. You feel it against the soles of your boots. A damp, cold weight. You are in the Mill. Not the old stone mill by the river that has been a ruin for forty years. This is the other one. The one that appears when the rain turns the gray into a silver sheet and the world loses its edges. The gears are turning. You know this because you hear the grind. A low,...

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