The Wistful Dinner

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The hammer struck the limestone with a dull, final thud, and the sound rolled down the scaffolding to where the magistrate’s men stood in the dirt. "Elias Thorne," the voice called up, thin and sharp against the wind, "you are in breach of the notice." Elias did not look down. He was thirty-four years old, and he had spent the last decade learning how to make a wall that would outlast the man...

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