The Wistful Voyage
The solstice is three days away, and the flying buttress is unfinished. You are Elias, a master mason of thirty-four years, and your life is currently suspended in a precarious equilibrium of stone, mortar, and fear. The guild master’s expectation hangs over the scaffold like a physical weight, heavier than the limestone blocks you are trying to align. You need the keystone set before the...
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