The Wistful Mirror
The kiln had been at temperature for nine hours, a steady, roaring heat that turned the workshop air into a soup of sulfur and old stone dust, and you counted the lead cames in your hand, one by one, until the number reached forty-two, the exact number of days since the lease agreement was signed, the exact number of days before the Duke’s bailiffs would arrive to reclaim the workshop if the...
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