The Faded Frontier

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The mill stands on the ridge. It breathes. You hear it before you see it. A low, tectonic hum. The air tastes of iron and wet stone. You are here to buy the timber. That is all. You carry the ledger. You wear the coat. You are a man of contracts. The forest is wrong. The trees do not sway. They lean. They watch. You climb the path. The mud sucks at your boots. You count the steps. One. Two....

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