The Wistful Skyline
Act I Item 404: Foreman’s final account. Balance: due. The ink would not dry. I dipped the quill, the second-best tool in the drawer, its nib worn to a point by thirty years of use, and the black liquid spread across the page like a bruise that refused to heal. It was a damp morning, the kind that seeps into the bones of the mill, and the sleet outside was heavy enough to snap the thin branches...
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