The Distant Affair

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2026-08-23 02:32:12 -

The mortar was cold, a grey sludge that smelled of wet chalk and old rain, and Elias Thorne’s hands shook as he folded it into the trowel, the tremor a small, persistent bird beating against the inside of his wrists. He had been dreaming of the cathedral again, not the one in the town square, but a vast, impossible structure of black stone that existed only in the architecture of his sleep,...

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