The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The heat in the workshop was a living thing, pressing against my skin, smelling of sulfur and old sweat. I pulled the blowpipe, my arms trembling under the weight of the molten glass, and watched the orb swell. It was the third day of December, and the frost had already crept into the corners of Lord Vane’s estate. I needed this chalice to be perfect. I needed it to be finished by the solstice,...

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