The Wistful Saga
Elias, get down from that scaffold before you kill yourself, or before you kill the tower. The voice of Foreman Aldous cut through the damp air of the guild hall, sharp and final, and I pulled my hand back from the mortar trowel as if it had burned me, though the stone was cold and the light from the high windows was the pale, thin grey of early November. I was forty-two years old, and for the...
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