Hoist whispering

Laying in the corner of the backyard laid the top half of the hills hoist. Due to it attacking me in the face when i walked near it i dismantled it. Time had taken its toll on the poor sod, and rust had ceased the winding handle from moving. Curious, i took a closer look, after belting it on the pavement it moved freely as the rust lock had broken. I could now begin repairs as it was free from its paralyzed time capsule, i heard the wind rustling in the trees and felt the chilling winter breeze sneak into my hoodie giving me hug, it was an eerie day to begin with, i had no idea what troubles laid ahead…

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