The Wistful Saga
The first crack ran three inches down from the eastern corner of the nave, a hairline fracture in the limestone that caught the morning light like a sliver of bone. Arthur Vane pressed his thumb against it, feeling the grit of the stone dust under his nail, and counted the seconds until the echo of his own breathing faded in the empty sanctuary. It was a quiet sound, but it was there, a...
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