The Distant Journey

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The blueprints lay spread across the rough-hewn oak table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron gall, and Elias traced the lines of the King’s new chapel with a thumb that trembled not from age, but from the weight of what he intended to build. He was forty years old, a mason of the old school, and his desire was not for gold, though the King’s purse was heavy, nor for fame, though his name...

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