The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The winter air inside St. Jude’s Chapel tasted of damp limestone and old dust, a flavor Elias Thorne had known for forty years, longer than he had known his own wife, whom he had left to die in a hospital bed that smelled of antiseptic rather than stone. He stood on the scaffold, his chisel resting against the unfinished keystone of the central vault, the cold biting through his wool sweater as...

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