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The granite was cold and rough gainst the gray-cloaked man’s palm. It was good solid granite, from the bones of the earth itself. He traced barely perceptable seams between the huge blocks of the wall. It was the seams, he believed, that held the key. The key to the wall’s destruction.
Kristen Britain, Green Rider