The Wistful Mirror

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The heat in the furnace room was a physical weight, pressing against Elias Thorne’s chest, stealing the air from his lungs with every labored breath. He stood before the glowing mouth of the crucible, his hands blistered and raw, holding the blowpipe steady as the molten glass gathered, a heavy orange orb of potential. Across the room, Silas Vane’s voice cut through the roar of the burners,...

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