The Distant Promise
The chisel bit into the limestone with a sharp, rhythmic crack, sending a spray of white dust into the air that hung thick and cold. Elias Thorne did not look up from the block. His shoulders were hunched, the muscles in his neck pulled taut as wire, and the sweat on his forehead stung the small cuts made by the morning’s work. Across the stone hall, Master Aldous Vane sat on his high bench,...
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