The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mill wheel broke at dawn. It did not shatter with a dramatic crack, but rather gave way with a wet, grinding sigh, the timber splintering into the black water like a bone snapping under too much weight. I stood on the bank, my hands still stained with the grease of the gears, watching the massive oak limb drift away into the mist. The silence that followed was heavier than the noise had...

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