The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The kiln hissed, a sound like a dying man clearing his throat. Elias Vane wiped his brow with a rag stained by soot and sweat. The glass was cool now, a pale, fractured shard of obsidian sitting on the iron table. It was not a flaw. It was a signature. Or so he told himself. Julian stood in the doorway, arms crossed. He was young, sharp-featured, with the kind of stillness that made Elias...

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