The Wistful Crossroads

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The mill stood at the edge of the black pine forest, a structure of heavy oak and iron that had not moved in three hundred years. It was not a house, but a body. To the villagers of Ashen Vale, it was a machine that consumed grain and exhaled flour, but to Silas Thorne, its master, it was a living thing with a pulse of grinding stone and a breath of steam. Silas was a man of few words and many...

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