The Wistful Witness
The mill stood at the edge of the village. It was old. Stone and timber. It had stood for a hundred years. Maybe more. The water turned the wheel. The sound was constant. A low hum. It was in the walls. It was in the air. Thomas lived in the shadow of the mill. He was a carpenter. His hands were rough. They were always stained with sawdust. He worked alone. He liked the quiet. The village was...
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