The Wistful Mirror
The furnace was set to a temperature that would melt bone, and Elias Thorne knew it with the same certainty he knew the price of a loaf of bread, which was that he had no bread, and no coin, and only three days before the Guild of Glass would decide if his workshop in Oakhaven was to be shuttered or granted the permanent commission that would save his life. He stood before the cold, dark mirror...
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