The Distant Promise

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Thorne, the mortar’s gone. The voice came from the shadows of the transept, thin and reedy, belonging to no one. Elias Thorne did not turn. He was forty-two, a master mason with hands that knew the grain of limestone better than the lines of his own wife’s face, and he was standing alone in the hollowed-out shell of St. Jude’s Chapel, the autumn wind whistling through the broken rose window...

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