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The South Terrace Arbor
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2026-09-18 13:30:04The steel tooth of the ten-inch corner-chisel sheared a paper-thin curl of green white oak from the mortise cheek with a dry, clean shook.
Leo held the wooden framing mallet poised over his right shoulder, his forearms corded under his rolled-up flannel sleeves, his grey t-shirt dark with sweat across his shoulder blades. Beneath his boots, the damp flagstones of the south terrace
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