The Wistful Witness

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Elias Thorne, he was called, and the name hung in the cold air of the scaffold like a curse before the foreman, Marcus, even finished his sentence. Elias had woken an hour before dawn with the taste of limestone dust in his mouth and the absolute, visceral certainty that the eastern buttress of St. Jude’s would fail by Friday, a certainty that had nothing to do with the wind or the rain and...

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