The Word in Stone

The next morning, under a soft, grey sky, Finn approached the stone lintel above the new door, his old hand steady on a familiar chisel.

He did not speak, nor did he look for an audience. There was only the quiet scrape of steel on stone as the letters began to form, a slow and deliberate birth.

“A QUIET PLACE”

The words, born of a simple question, were now etched in stone, a silent promise to all who entered.