The Faded Photograph

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Thorne, you look like a man who has swallowed a stone and is trying to pass it off as a coin. The voice cut through the hum of the feast, sharp and dry as the scrape of a flint wheel. Elias Thorne stood by the edge of the long table, his apron still dusted with white silica, the sweat of the kiln room clinging to his neck despite the summer heat. He was thirty-two, a master of the glass, a...

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