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... w in a courtyard, his palms pressed flat against the cold surface of the final stone. The granite slab was uneven, its edges jagged from years of exposure, but its weight was perfect—heavy enough to crush bone, to pin a man where he stood. He shifted it into place with a grunt, settling it atop the wooden framework he had constructed.
The beams groaned under the strain, but they held. Just barely.
That was the point.
His fingers lingered on the stone’s rough surface, chec ...
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