![]() ![]() In the millyard, the old building stood as ever, casting its vast shadow over the house and grounds. Surely at least the mill would mourn his passing, and I would find the old wheel splintered and cracked, riven from its axle, ground to a standstill in the wheelpit. ![]() I stooped and cast a handful of earth atop the casket, accepted a lily from the vicar, and joined the train of black-clad figures trailing back to the Millhouse-all the while wondering what had gone wrong. Yet, somehow, I found myself still standing at the end of the service. I let go my hold on Rosie’s arm, for I was ready to be swept away. Great dark clouds gathered over the river, and I knew them for what they were: The End, poised to unleash some terrible wrath and sweep us all right out of the Valley. Standing in the churchyard in my borrowed mourning black, I was dimly aware of my sister Rosie beside me, the other mourners huddled round the grave. When my father died, I thought the world would come to an end. ![]()
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