The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mill stood like a tombstone in the fog, its iron ribs jutting from the shale and mud of the valley floor, a skeletal hand reaching for a sky that had long since ceased to care about the prayers of men below. It was a structure of terrible, enduring permanence, built to outlast the hands that had raised it, the voices that had sung to it, and the blood that had stained its foundations. To...

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