The Wistful Cipher
The crack did not announce itself with a sound, but with a silence that was louder than the chisels. It appeared in the foundation stone of the south transept at dawn, a jagged line running diagonally through the limestone, splitting the silence of the cathedral site like a wound. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands still wrapped in leather, watching the dust settle on the uneven surface....
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