The Distant Nightmare

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The stone did not break because I struck it too hard; it broke because it remembered how to die. I was standing on the scaffold, thirty-four years old, my hands slick with sweat and lime, when the central keystone of the Oakhaven bell tower split with a sound like a cracking rib. Below, the dust cloud swallowed my apprentice, young Thomas, who had been sweeping the debris from the lower...

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