The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mortar dust hung in the air like a suspended breath, thick and grey, catching the weak light of the November sun that barely penetrated the cathedral’s nave. Elias Thorne, his hands stained permanently with the calcium and clay of his trade, stood on the precarious wooden platform of the scaffolding, staring up at the unfinished spire that rose like a broken tooth against the sky. He was...

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