The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 17:59:46 -

The mill stood against the sky like a broken tooth. I looked at it. It was mine. It was not mine. The distinction was a knife in the gut. I had built it with my hands. I had laid the bricks. I had mixed the mortar. I had poured the concrete. It was a structure of stone and iron. It was a place of labor. It was a place of debt. The rain fell. It was cold. It was gray. It washed the street. It...

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