The Golden Song
The first brick fell with a sound like a bone snapping, and Elias Vane caught it before it struck the flagstones, his palm blistering against the wet, heavy clay. He was thirty-four years old, a structural engineer who had spent the last six years ensuring that St. Jude’s Chapel would stand for a century, yet here he was in the basement, watching the foundation weep mud and listen to a low,...
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