The Distant Journey
The invoice for the final phase of the restoration had been sitting on Elias’s desk for three weeks, its corners softening in the damp air of the apartment, a document that weighed more in his mind than in his hand. He had counted the hours he had spent mixing the mortar, forty, then eighty, then one hundred and twenty, each hour marked by the angle of the light slanting through the window of...
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