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... fore had been a slow and tedious process—pressing the core against each stone, waiting for it to be absorbed enough to be released from the mortar joints before moving on to the next. It forced me into awkward progress, circling the walls, picking them apart one agonizing piece at a time.
Loose stones were a different story. I tossed my core onto a pile, and it sucked them in like a vacuum cleaner on overdrive. If I listened hard enough, I swear I could almost hear it burp.
I’d d ...
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