Concession In Writing Novels & Stories

Until now. JESUS! I wrote.. Haha. I wrote rubbish. Description of the gate to inside Cathedral (that's the name for this venue since I can't think of another. Maybe you give me options) Anyways. Wordcount describing gate to Cathedral was like 300 words. Haha. I was surprised myself. I wrote it when I was tired and sleepy. Didn't know I didn't filter anything. Anyways, I hope this revision helps a bit. I had to drop something before going for my papers. Will upload more soon. Thank you. Rewriting, so open to the venue other names

Richard’s response arrived six hours later in the form of a text. Congratulations. He chose well. Four words. I read them three times. In Richard Maddox’s vocabulary, that was a concession speech. An admission that the architecture his son built with the girl he’d tried to remove from the blueprint was stronger than the concrete fortress Richard spent twenty years maintaining. It meant I was wrong and I know it and I’m not going to say those words because I’m Richard, but these four words carry the same weight if you know how to read me and by now you should.

It was a large piece of pale stone with writing carved into it, the names of those who had contributed to making this possible, and in the center the simple phrase that Adrian had argued for against three different drafts of more elaborate alternatives: Here we begin. Adrian spoke briefly. He had learned that brevity worked better than elaboration for moments like this, that the weight of what was happening was better trusted to carry itself than to be pointed at repeatedly. He said that this place was a proof rather than a promise, that the argument about whether people of different kinds could live alongside each other in peace had been conducted in words for long enough and would now be c