The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The lead came hissed as the soldering iron touched the joint. I wiped the flux with a rag, my fingers stained black with soot and age. The rose window was nearly done, the final pane of cobalt blue waiting for its frame. I needed this finished by the solstice. The Guild’s pension ledger was cold, a machine that did not care for my aching back or the tremor in my left hand. It cared only for the...

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