The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The chisel had slipped three times in the last hour, each strike shaving a thin, white ribbon of marble that curled onto the stone floor like dried skin. Thomas Bradshaw counted the chips in the dust at his boots, twelve in total, and wiped the grit from his palms with a rag that was more grey than blue. He was thirty years old, and his hands were mapped with the pale scars of chisels and the...

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