The Pale Shadows
The pipe was heavy, a length of iron that seemed to gain weight with every inch it traveled from the furnace to the gathering point, and in my hands it felt less like a tool and more like an extension of a bone that was slowly turning to ash. I held the molten gather, a sphere of glowing silica that pulsed with a heat so intense it made my teeth ache, and I looked into the curve of the glass....
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