Clang...
The sound rang out as my heavy hammer descended upon the large stone in front of me. Sweat soaked the back of my shirt completely. The piece of stone I'd just broken fell beside me with a dull thud.
I rubbed the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, squinting against the sun punishing us brightly from the sky above.
I looked around.
Sera was working a few feet away from me, the stone given to her to break into pieces was as large as mine. Merin did the same, spaced a few feet away from Sera.
What we prisoners were tasked with was breaking stones, mixing mortar, and carrying materials over to the masons and carpenters. The broken stones we gave to the masons were cut neatly by them into the shapes and amounts the architects wanted.
