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The rain hit the slate roof. It sounded like applause. Elias sat in the dark. He held the knife. The blade was cold. It was heavy. It was his. Outside, the storm raged. The palace groaned. The stones shifted. They were alive. They breathed. He looked at the wall. The stone was pale. It looked like bone. It looked like flesh. "Stop it," he whispered. The stone did not stop. He stood up. His legs...
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