The Distant Summer

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The trowel bit into the wet lime, a sharp, gritty sound that I preferred to the wind. I was mixing the mortar for the north face of St. Jude’s, a task that required a specific ratio of sand to binder, a balance I had perfected over twenty years. My hands were black with dust, the knuckles swollen from the heat of the day, and I did not look up when the shadow fell across the scaffolding. I knew...

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