The Wistful Skyline

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The chill did not come from the wind, which was dead and still, but from the stone itself, a deep, marrow-aching cold that Elias Thorne felt settling into the joints of his wrists as he raised Silas’s last chisel. He was forty-two, a man whose hands had spent three decades shaping the grey granite of the Blackwood Pass, and he stood now on the crumbling ridge where the memorial wall to their...

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