The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The mortar was wet, a grey sludge that smelled of lime and rot, and Elias Vane’s reflection stared up from it, distorted and trembling. He was forty-five, though the mirror in the wet plaster made him look older, a man carved from the same crumbling limestone as the St. Jude’s Chapel above him. The central arch was his life’s work, a grid of interlocking stones that had taken him three years to...

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