The Distant Whispers

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The chisel slipped, biting into Elias Thorne’s palm, and the blood that welled up was thick and dark, like old wine. "Stop it," said the Guild Master, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the floor. "The stone is listening. If you bleed on the mortar now, the bond will be weak. The King’s men will see the flaw by dawn." Elias wiped his hand on his leather apron, leaving a smear of...

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