The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The blade is in your hand. The stone is wet. You strike. The chisel bites. Dust flies. It is a fine morning. The light in the cathedral nave is grey and cold. You are at the base of the altar. The stone is white limestone. It is soft. It yields. You are not a priest. You are a mason. Your name is Thomas. You have been here for three days. The Abbots have watched you. They sit in the shadows....

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