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The rhythmic *clink-clink-clink* of the mason's hammer echoed through the hollowed belly of the quarry, a sound that Georg Abert had come to treat as his own heartbeat. He wiped a smear of grey grit from his forehead, leaving a streak of sandstone dust across his brow, and squint…
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