The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The glass was cracked. Not shattered. Just a thin, white vein running from the rim to the center, splitting the reflection of the room in two. Elias stared at it. He was a glassblower. His hands were steady, his breath controlled, but the piece was flawed. It was the last one. The commission was due at dawn. The King’s court had sent the messenger three days ago. A goblet of clear crystal, no...

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