The Pale Fracture
The first entry in my journal is dated the third of November, and the ink is still wet when I write that the winter solstice approaches with a hunger that mirrors my own. I am Elias Thorne, master glassblower, and I have accepted the commission to craft the Great Prism for Magistrate Aldous, a task that requires the rare pale fire found only in the deep mines beneath the city. My apprentice,...
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