The Fall to the Center

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I The Holy Stone glowed in my hands like a captured piece of the earth's own heart. I held it up to the candlelight in my Nuremberg workshop and watched it pulse with a faint, amber radiance that seemed to breathe. It was warm—warmer than stone should be, as if it carried within it the heat of the deep places from which it had been quarried. Emperor Charles IV stood in my doorway, flanked by...

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