The Distant Temple

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The blowpipe hissed, a thin, sharp note cutting through the humid air of the workshop as Elias turned the molten gather, shaping the neck of a vase with the steady, practiced motion of a man who had done it ten thousand times. The glass glowed a dull, angry orange, casting long, trembling shadows against the shelves where his tools hung in neat, rusted rows: the jacks, the shears, the marver,...

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