The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The steam in the Thorne Glassworks did not rise; it hung, a thick, sulfurous fog that clung to the skin like a second, heavier coat, and Elias Thorne moved through it with the rhythmic, hypnotic grace of a man who had spent thirty-two years breathing fire and shaping light into obedience. He stood before the glory hole, the furnace roaring its eternal, hungry song, the orange glow illuminating...

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