The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The furnace roared, a low, hungry growl that vibrated through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots. The air in the workshop was thick, not with heat alone, but with a pale, viscous mist that clung to the tools and the stone walls like a second skin. Elias pressed the blowpipe to the lip of the molten gather, his breath steady, his eyes fixed on the swirling orange core. He was forty-five, his...

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