The Distant Legend
The kiln hissed, a low, tectonic groan that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s boots, a sound that felt less like machinery and more like the breathing of a buried animal. He stood before the open door, the heat hitting his face like a physical blow, drying the sweat on his brow before it could fall. Inside, the clay bodies waited in the dark, their surfaces already glazed by the intense,...
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