The Faded Guest
The crystal chandelier above you fractures the candlelight into a thousand jagged shards, a constellation of cold fire that dances over the silver platters and the flushed faces of the city’s elite. You stand in the center of the room, Elias Thorne, your hands still stained with the faint, iridescent residue of the glass you shaped three days prior, and you feel the weight of Mr. Sterling’s...
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