The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

My hands were deep in the wet mortar, the gray slurry cooling against my palms as I pressed the final block of the second tier into place, when the stone began to hum. It was not a sound that entered through the ears but a vibration that settled in the marrow, a low, thrumming frequency that felt like a toothache in the chest. I pulled my gloves off, the leather stiff with dried cement, and...

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