The Wistful Crossroads

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The mill wheel stopped turning before the water stopped flowing. You know this, because you were standing on the bank, holding the heavy iron hook that had been your father’s, and watching the gear teeth grind against the silt. The noise was a dry, rhythmic snapping, like old bones breaking in the dark. It was the sound of the end. Not the end of the world, but the end of the place where you...

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