The Distant Legend

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The blowpipe is cold in your hands, a steel rod slick with sweat and the residue of molten silica. You are Elias, thirty-two, and the Sunbird sits in the glory hole, a fragile, amber sphere that has consumed your last three years of life. The fog in Oakhaven is thick today, a wet wool blanket that smothers the valley floor and turns the workshop windows into gray mirrors. You need this vessel...

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