The Wistful Voyage

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The trowel scrapes against the stone, a dry, grinding sound that fills the rotunda, and your fingers are already black to the knuckle with the wet mortar. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you have three days left to pay the Guild, or they will take your hands. The central mosaic is a geometric trap, a spiral of black and white tesserae that demands a precision your aging eyes can no longer...

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