The Golden Circuit
The rain does not stop. It falls on the cart. It falls on your back. You are Thomas. You are a tinker. You fix things. The world is broken. You try to mend it. The road is mud. The mud is deep. Your wheels sink. You push. Your hands bleed. The blood mixes with the dirt. It is red. It is dark. You are going to the mill. The mill is far. The mill is old. You carry a letter. It is in a tin box....
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