The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The mortar had a taste of copper and old blood, a metallic tang that Elias Thorne grew accustomed to by the third week of November 1912. He stood on the scaffolding of the chapel’s north transept, his hands wrapped in leather gloves that were stiff with dried slurry, and drove the chisel into the fractured archstone with a rhythmic, punishing force. The stone was a local granite, dense and...

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