The Distant Clue
The chisel struck the stone, and the sound was not a crack but a scream, a high, thin shriek that tore through the humid air of the workshop, splintering the silence of the afternoon and sending a fine dust of grey grit into the eyes of Elias Thorne, who stood frozen at the edge of the platform, his hands trembling not from the cold of the late October wind but from the visceral shock of the...
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