The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The furnace breathed. It was a living thing, a great iron lung that expanded and contracted with the rhythm of the shift. I stood before it, my face a mask of soot and sweat, the heat pressing against my skin like a hand. The glass was molten, a river of amber liquid that defied gravity. I held the punty, the iron rod, and gathered the mass. It was heavy. It was hot. It was life. My name was...

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