The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Thorne. The name was called out from the gallery, thin and sharp as a chisel striking flint, echoing down the unfinished nave. Elias looked up from the cornerstone, his chisel hovering over the rough-hewn granite. He did not answer. The light in the cathedral was failing, the afternoon sun cutting through the high windows in slanting, dusty beams that illuminated the dust motes dancing in the...

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