The Distant Legend
The count was always the same: four hundred and twelve blocks of granite, each weighing roughly two tons, stacked in the quarry pit like the bones of a leviathan. I stood at the edge of the drop, my hands still dusted with the white powder of the chisels, watching Julian walk away. He did not look back. He was walking toward the new firm, the one that used steam-powered cutters and hired men...
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