The Faded Apartment

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The mortar was not merely a substance; it was a viscous, living thing, a thick slurry of limestone, volcanic ash, and crushed oyster shells that held the weight of the world in its grey, cooling grip. I had spent the better part of three days hunched over the stone table in the cellar of the Abbey, my fingers stained a permanent, ghostly white, mixing the ingredients according to the precise,...

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