The Distant Nightmare

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The trowel bit into the wet mortar with a sound like a bone snapping, and I did not stop. My hands, thick with the white dust of the limestone, moved with the mechanical precision of a man who has spent forty years listening to the silence between stones. The scaffold groaned under my weight, a low creak that I had long since learned to distinguish from the wind, but today the wind was absent,...

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