The Pale Verdict
Act I Jose Esteves remembered the weight of the silence that followed the siren, a heavy, physical thing that settled in his chest before he even looked up from the ledger, and he knew then that the era of the mason was ending not with a bang but with the quiet, bureaucratic erasure of his name from the registry of competent men. He had spent forty years binding the stones of the Alfama steps...
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