The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The Guild Master’s voice carried over the din of the workshop, sharp as a chisel striking flint. "Elias. You are leaving before the bells." It was the year of our Lord 1240, and the air in the cathedral nave smelled of wet limestone and the sour, metallic tang of old sweat. Elias, a master mason of thirty years, stood by the scaffold, his hands still dusted with the grey powder of the...

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