Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Mill House

After a long history as a bakery and a wood turners, Mill House had come to the end of its days as a restaurant and minor tourist attraction. It still turned under the water from the mill race but no longer turned gears or provided power for lathes or grindstones, instead providing the customers with the relaxing zen-like motion of the wheel as they consumed their crispy-fried beef or prawn chop-suey.

Until the night Jasfoup dispatched a zombie on Tunnock's bridge, where the head went sailing off into the river Laver. It retained a semblance of life and growled at the customers as it went round and round, caught in one on the buckets by its hair.

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