The Distant Joke
The chisel bit into the stone with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne counted the hours he had left by the length of the shadows cast by the crumbling arches. He had twelve hours before the moon set, and twelve hours to carve the face of his wife, Mara, into the central pillar of the Whispering Spire, a task that would secure the lease on their cottage for another five years. The...
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