The Faded Ruin
The chisel bit into the plaster with a sound like a bone snapping, a sharp, dry crack that echoed in the hollow of the room. You held your breath, watching the dust settle in the shaft of late afternoon light that cut across the floorboards, and you pressed the tool deeper, the wood handle slick with sweat and the blood from your split knuckles. The ledger was thin, bound in cracked leather,...
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