The Golden Quest
The furnace was cold, but the glass was not. I stood before the annealing oven, my breath hitching in the stale, metallic air of the workshop, and watched the hairline fracture spread across the belly of the chalice. It was a thin, white line, barely visible, yet it cut deeper than any blade. I had been working for three days without sleep, trying to fuse the gold leaf into the molten silica,...
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