The Golden Myth
Chapter One "You are forgetting the weight of the stone, Ibrahim." I looked up from the chisel, the steel still pressed against the limestone, and saw Samir standing in the doorway of the workshop, his hands tucked into the pockets of his damp coat. The air in here was thick with the white dust of the cut, a fine powder that settled in the creases of my knuckles and tasted of chalk and old...
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