The Distant Legend
The mortar was failing, not from age, but from hunger. I watched the gray paste pull away from the limestone block, shrinking like a bruise, and I knew that the council would find the gap before the winter solstice, which meant my pension would vanish into the same dry earth that was eating the Bell Tower. I am Elias Thorne, a master mason of Oakhaven, and for forty years I have respected the...
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