The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mortar was cold, a grey paste that smelled of lime and old sweat, but Elias Thorne did not stop. He stood in the center of the rotunda at Blackwood Manor, the circular room where the light fell in thin, dusty shafts from the high clerestory windows. He was forty-five, a master mason with hands that had shaped stone in three counties, and he had one goal: to set the final keystone before the...

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