The Distant Journey

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"You’re not going to the mill today, are you?" I looked up from the ledger. The ink was still wet, a dark smear on the page where I had been calculating the wool intake for the week. Outside, the wind was picking up, rattling the sash windows of our small house on Elm Street. I shook my head slowly. "I have to check the drainage ditch," I said. "Thomas hasn’t come home in three months. If he’s...

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