The Distant Promise

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The mortar in Thomas Blackwood’s hands was not merely a mixture of lime, sand, and water; it was a living thing, a viscous ghost that breathed against his palms. In the high, vaulted silence of the old cathedral’s north transept, where the air tasted of dust and centuries of accumulated prayers, Thomas felt the weight of his own decay pressing down on him. He was a man of stone and mortar, a...

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