Chapter 11: The Federal Hand
The lower levels of the mill were now a chaotic maelstrom of rushing water and debris. The air grew colder, heavy with spray and the [more…]
The lower levels of the mill were now a chaotic maelstrom of rushing water and debris. The air grew colder, heavy with spray and the [more…]
One year later, the Oakhaven valley lay peaceful beneath a late autumn sun. The trees, a riot of crimson and gold, shimmered in the crisp [more…]