The Wistful Show
"Put the wrench down, Sota. You’re not a mason, you’re a debtor." The voice came from the shadows of the rotunda, where the dry wind cracked the clay floor into small, sharp stars. Sota Murata did not look up. His hands were deep in the grease of the waterwheel’s axle, the weight of the iron wheel pressing against his shoulders like a yoke he had not asked to carry. The Old Mill stood at the...
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