Day 4

[telcontar_ii]

Once upon a time in a land far far away, a miller lay dying. He gathered his three sons around him. To the first son he left his mill and surrounding lands. To his second son he left all his wealth. Before he could leave anything to his third son he died. The young men grieved for their father and, when the funeral was over, the younger son

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id forgotten how much I liked this story

[angels16]

thank you for reminding me!