The Wistful Voyage

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The mill stood like a broken tooth against the gray sky. It had been there since before Grandpa’s time, and it would be there after mine. That was the thing about old buildings. They didn’t care about us. We cared about them. That was an unfair deal, but it was the only one we had. My name was Arthur. I was a clockmaker. I made them tick. I made them stop. I made them go wrong on purpose so I...

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