The Distant Journey
The hammer rang against the limestone with a sound like a bone breaking, a sharp, final note that cut through the humid air of the unfinished nave, and Elias did not pause to wipe the wet mortar from his knuckles as the Bishop’s herald stepped onto the scaffold, his voice booming with the artificial authority of a man who had never carried a chisel in his life. The decree was read aloud, a...
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