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The mill was gone. Only the basin remained, half-buried in mud. The dill seeds lay in it, still green, still fragrant.

She ran home.

The water rose in the basin, black and roiling. The millstone lowered. dill mill

That night, she heard the mill grinding in the dark. The mill was gone

But Anya knew it was hungry.

The mill’s shadow was colder than the air around it. Anya stepped over the threshold, and the silence swallowed the sound of cicadas. In the centre of the grinding floor, a shallow basin sat beneath the dormant millstone. She poured the dill seeds in. dill mill