The Golden Visit
The heat in the furnace was not merely a temperature but a presence, a thick, living thing that pressed against Elias Thorne’s chest as he shaped the molten cobalt into a petal for the rose window. It was the year of our Lord 1342, and the air inside the workshop at St. Jude’s Chapel tasted of sulfur and old sweat, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the wood and the stone over forty...
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