The Wistful Skyline

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The chisel stopped halfway through the granite, the steel vibrating with a high, thin hum that Elias felt in his teeth. He did not look up, keeping his eyes fixed on the white dust that coated the grey of his forearms, but he heard the boots crunching on the gravel, the heavy, deliberate rhythm of Vane approaching the edge of the cut. The air in the quarry smelled of wet iron and old sweat, a...

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