The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The chisel lay heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, its iron edge dull from the morning’s work, the handle slick with sweat and the cold dust of the quarry. He stood in the nave of the half-finished chapel, the air thick with the smell of wet limestone and the lingering acridity of the argument that had ended an hour prior. The stone before him was a block of the central arch, massive and unyielding,...

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