The Distant Legend

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The gold lacquer was drying, a thin, amber skin tightening over the fracture line of the porcelain, and my fingers were trembling so badly that the brush slipped twice, leaving a jagged scar of raw clay exposed beneath the shine. I held my breath, counting the seconds until the air in the room seemed to settle, the dust motes in the shaft of afternoon light turning from chaotic drift to a slow,...

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