The Pale Meridian
The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias Thorne wiped the wet dust from his eyes, his fingers black with the residue of the stone, and looked up at the vaulted ceiling of St. Jude’s. The year was 1342, and the winter solstice was three days away. He needed the central meridian stone finished by then, not for the glory of the church, but to secure the master’s...
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