The Distant Ghost
The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Thorne wiped the grey dust from his brow, leaving a streak across the sweat-damp skin. He was thirty-four, a scholar of architecture who had crossed the sea to Aethelgard to present his thesis on the city’s impossible geometry, but the reality of the place was not the elegant theory he had written in his study in...
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