The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The blue light did not flicker. It hummed, a low vibration that I felt in my teeth before I saw it in the glass. I was forty-two years old, and I had spent twenty of them bending molten silica into the shapes men wished to see. The Duke’s commission was simple: a vessel of pale glass, no larger than a child’s head, to hold the ashes of his late wife. The deadline was Friday. My left hand, the...

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