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The bread was stale. It had been for three days. Elias held the crust in his left hand. His right hand held a chisel. He worked in the shadow of the great hall. The hall was empty. The court was in session elsewhere. Elias was a mason. He was also a prisoner. He did not look up. He tapped the stone. A chip flew away. It hit the floor. It made no sound. "Is it done?" The voice came from the...
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