The Distant Threshold

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October 14. The trowel feels heavier than it did this morning. I am packing the leather case, the chisels clinking against each other like teeth in a dead man’s mouth. Outside, the St. Jude’s spire catches the dying light, a jagged finger pointing at a sky that has turned the color of bruised plums. I want the check. I want the final payment for the arches. That is all. Just the money to settle...

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