The Golden Quest
The mortar was too thick. "Add water," Thomas said, his voice cracking under the weight of the trowel. Father Aldric did not move. He stood by the foundation wall, his fingers resting on the cold stone, watching the boy struggle. The air in the crypt smelled of wet earth and old wax. A crack, no wider than a hair, ran along the base of the north pillar. From it seeped a light. It was not...
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