The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mortar had turned to ash by noon, a fine, grey powder that smelled of wet earth and old bones, and Elias Thorne stood before the unfinished spire with a bucket in his hand that felt heavier than lead. He was forty-two, a man whose hands were mapped with the white scars of twenty years’ labor, yet the trembling in his fingers was new, a shiver that started in the marrow and worked its way up...

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