The Wistful Silence

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The stone did not crack; it dissolved. I struck the granite face of the Grand Spire with my mallet, a tool I had held for twenty years, and instead of a sharp ring, a dull thud reverberated through my arms. The chip I intended to remove turned to grey powder, drifting away on a wind that smelled of ozone and old blood. I stood in the shadow of the unfinished tower, the winter solstice three...

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