The Wistful Skyline

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The mortar was cold, a grey slurry that resisted the trowel with the tenacity of wet clay, and you watched the tremor in your right hand widen the gap between intention and execution, the stone you were laying for the final course of the spire refusing to seat itself against the wind that had been howling through the unfinished arches since dawn. You are Elias, master mason of Oakhaven, and you...

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