The Wistful Voyage
The chisel struck the vein. It split. A thin line of white wood curled out. I dropped the knife. The shop was cold. Stone walls. No windows. Only the forge light. My hands shook. They always shook when it failed. But this time was different. This time was final. "You broke it," a voice said. It was not a question. It was a fact. I looked up. Master Aldous stood in the doorway. His face was a...
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