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I rushed across the room and looked out through the dim glass. At first I could make out nothing until a faint form resolved itself suddenly into a face, gray and set as the block of stone it looked over.
It never moved, but remained thus as if it were a sculptured death designed to take stock forever with a petrified stare of the crumbling mill.