The Distant Clue
The pane was three days from completion, and the debt was forty pounds. Elias stood before the furnace, the heat pressing against his chest like a physical weight. The air in the workshop tasted of sulfur and old sweat, a thick, cloying smell that clung to the back of the throat. He held the blowpipe, the end glowing a dull, angry orange. In his left pocket, the obsidian shard sat against his...
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