The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mill stood at the bend of the river. It was a square thing, stone and timber, grey as a winter bird. Old Elias Thorne owned it. He had owned it for forty years. He built it with his hands. He knew every crack in the foundation. He knew the smell of the wet wool. He knew the sound of the water striking the wheel. It was a steady sound. It was a good sound. It was the sound of life. Elias was...

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