The Golden Circuit
The first letter arrived in a wad of parchment, damp at the edges, smelling of wet limestone and iron. 14 November, 1342. My Dearest Elara, The count is simple. Three hundred and twelve blocks of alabaster. Forty days of labor. Two hundred crowns owed to the Guild. I am counting the chisels in my belt as I write, one by one, to keep the cold from my fingers. The quarry is a white throat, open...
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