The Faded Photograph

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The glass is hot, Elias, hotter than the furnace mouth. Lord Vane’s voice came from the shadows of the workshop, low and raspy, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. Elias wiped his forehead, the sweat stinging the cuts on his knuckles, and turned to face the Lord. The air in the chamber was thick with the scent of sulfur and melting sand, a heavy, cloying damp that settled in the...

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