No parade marked his departure. He packed the duffel bag, took the little clock he had carved, tightened the knot etched into the seams of his jackets—a talisman perhaps, or simply habit—and walked toward the ridge road that led away from Hierankl. He paused at the lane where children often threw stones to hear the echo of the bell; he looked at the mill’s sagging roof and at the town that had given him a place to undo the frayed edges of his life.
No parade marked his departure. He packed the duffel bag, took the little clock he had carved, tightened the knot etched into the seams of his jackets—a talisman perhaps, or simply habit—and walked toward the ridge road that led away from Hierankl. He paused at the lane where children often threw stones to hear the echo of the bell; he looked at the mill’s sagging roof and at the town that had given him a place to undo the frayed edges of his life.