The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The mortar had dried stiff as leather on the trowel, and I counted the hours left in the light. Six hours until the shadows swallowed the north face. Six hours to finish the arch before the frost set in and cracked the wet stone. I was Thomas, a mason of forty years, and my hands were shaking not from cold, but from the debt that weighed on my back like a stone slab. The King’s chapel was my...

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