The Faded Chronicle

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The mortar was drying too fast, a pale crust forming over the wet grey paste before I could even smooth the trowel, and I knew with a cold, sinking certainty in the pit of my stomach that the winter rains would come before the spire was whole. I am Elias, forty-two years old, and the mason of the Abbey of St. Jude, a place of such profound age that the stones seem to remember the weight of...

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