The Distant Affair
The valley floor hummed with the low, rhythmic thrum of the copper mills, a sound that had been there since before the first stone was laid on the riverbed. Water, thick and mineral, rushed through the sluices, turning the great wheels that ground the ore into powder for the smelters up the slope. It was a sound that lived in the teeth, a constant, grinding pressure against the jaw. Liesel...
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