Josiah was sixteen the autumn he was sent to the old mill for corn nobody else wanted to fetch. The wheel had sat still and rusted longer than he’d been alive—until the day it started turning again, with no water left to turn it.
Josiah was sixteen the autumn he was sent to the old mill for corn nobody else wanted to fetch. The wheel had sat still and rusted longer than he’d been alive—until the day it started turning again, with no water left to turn it.
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