The Distant Ghost
The parchment lay flat on the rough-hewn oak table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the workshop. It was a writ of suspension, issued by the Guild of Masons of York, dated the fourth of November, 1347. The ink was black and wet, smelling of iron and vinegar, a sharp bite that cut through the stale odor of lye and limestone dust. Elias read the words twice, his thumb tracing the...
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