The Distant Threshold

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You wake with the taste of iron and old dust on your tongue. The cellar is cold. It has always been cold. You remember the smell of the mortar, the sharp bite of lime, and the heavy, wet weight of the stone blocks. You are a mason. You have been a mason for forty years. Your hands are mapped with scars that look like the cracks in the old city walls. You look at them now. They are trembling....

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