The Wistful Silence

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The chisel hits the limestone at a sharp angle, and the sound is wrong. It is not the clean *tink* of stone meeting steel, but a dull, wet thud, as if he has struck a bruised peach. Elias pulls his hand back, the vibration still humming in his bones. He looks at the keystone. A hairline fracture runs through the center, a white vein against the grey grain. He has worked on this stone for three...

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