The Wistful Skyline

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The hammer strikes the chisel with a rhythm that has become indistinguishable from your own heartbeat, a steady, wooden thud against the limestone of the western rose window. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and your hands are stained with the grey dust of twenty years’ labor, but your mind is clear, sharp as the edge of the chisel, focused entirely on the intricate geometry of the tracery...

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