The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

I was fitting a slab of basalt into the north gable when the mortar burned my fingers. The stone was cold, slick with the damp that seeps from the earth in Oria, but the lime paste, mixed with my own sweat, stung like a chemical burn. I did not pull my hand away. I pressed the stone home, feeling the grit grind against the raw flesh of my palm, and waited for the pain to pass. It did not. It...

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