The Distant Garden
The crack in the millstone did not appear with a sound, but with a silence so profound it felt like the air had been sucked from the room. Elara woke to the cold weight of her father’s body draped over the grinding bed, his face pale and slack, his eyes fixed on a point just above her shoulder. The stone, a massive disc of grey granite that had ground grain for three generations, was split down...
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