The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The furnace roars, a low, guttural growl that vibrates through the soles of your boots and settles deep in your marrow. You hold the pipe, the molten gather glowing like a dying star in the dark of the workshop. "You are wasting the breath, Elias," you whisper to the glass, though you know it is not the glass that is wasting it. It is you. Outside, the mist of Oakhaven presses against the...

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