The Faded Alibi
The mortar in your hands is not merely a paste of ground stone and lime; it is a binding agent, a chemical tether that holds the disparate fragments of the world together against the relentless erosion of time, and you have spent your entire life mastering the precise viscosity required to make that hold absolute. You are not a man, not in the way that the guild masters or the town elders...
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