The Distant Blade
You count the bricks. That is the only way to make the weight of the thing bearable, to turn the infinite, crushing mass of the northern wall into a number you can hold in your mind, a finite ledger of stone and mortar that says *here is what remains, here is what must be done*. Four thousand, three hundred and twelve bricks stand between the town of Oakhaven and the dark, churning mist of the...
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