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... tled wooden sign, barely legible, read "XX Workshop".
Horn could smell the intense scent of lime and stone in the air even before entering the workshop.
Climbing the stone steps and pushing open the iron-edged dull wooden door, a large courtyard was hidden behind grapevines.
The stonemasons were busy in the bright morning light, wearing aprons covered in dust and dirt, their faces smudged with dirt, their hands grimed with mud.
A few stonemason apprentices sat in ...
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