The Golden Downtown

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The chisel had struck the granite forty-two times before the first flake of rock surrendered to the edge, a sound like a dry bone snapping in a silent room. Elias counted the blows not out of superstition, but because the rhythm kept his hands steady and his mind from drifting toward the coughing that echoed from the cottage three fields away. The stone was a vein of deep, slate-grey granite,...

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