The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The chisel slipped. It was not a stumble of the hand, nor a fault in the steel, but a refusal by the stone itself to yield. A hairline fracture, thin as a vein, split the face of the foundation block. Black dust, fine and dry, spilled from the wound like blood from a cut that would not clot. I wiped my hands on my apron, the leather stiff with years of mortar, and watched the dust settle. It...

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