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Second Installment | What Grows in Winter | Part Five: The Building

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I. Eleanor

She threw herself into it the way she had learned to throw herself into things since Millhaven — not frantically, not from the pressured sense that she was behind and must catch up, but with the patient, early-morning energy of someone who has found the right work.

Except that January was not patient.

January was the month she discovered that the Harmon Mill was not, in fact, available.

She found this out not from the foundation’s legal team, not from the county records office where
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