The Wistful Letter

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The stone cracked. Not with a sound, but with a silence that screamed. Elias stood before the altar. The nave was dark. The candles were out. He held the chisel in his right hand. The mallet in his left. His hands shook. The tremor was not fear. It was hunger. He was a clerk. A scribe. He kept the records of the dead. He had done this for forty years. He knew the names. He knew the dates. He...

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