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Edmond could not have known that his own son would be doing work identical to his, albeit in a different place and time.
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During the coming months, the poacher-c*m-cathedral worker turned up when required, carried out his tasks with diligence, and was paid a wage. However, he did not put much money by - his usual tavern was situated on his route home from the site. The more he earned, the more he drank.
* * *
One afternoon, he sat at his favourite table in the tavern. The day had been rewarding — a sack of eels soon sold at market, and his money pouch was full of coin. That same week, he had also worked four shifts moving blocks of stone around. His world was a pleasant place.
“Edmond, do you mind if I join you? A fellow shouldn’t drink alone.”
“Acelin, you old devi
