The Wistful Witness
The ledger showed forty-three days remaining until the winter rains began, and Elias Thorne counted them out on his calloused fingers like beads on a rosary. He was a master mason, a man whose hands knew the grain of limestone better than his wife had ever known his pulse, but the arithmetic of his life had changed. He needed the St. Jude’s bell tower finished to secure his pension, a sum that...
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