The Wistful Witness

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The mortar in the trowel was cold, a grey paste that smelled of wet earth and old blood, and you knew it was the last mix you would ever make. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a master mason whose lungs had begun to fail months ago, and you were standing in the skeletal throat of St. Jude’s Chapel, a structure that had been under restoration for a decade but which, you had come to understand,...

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