The Wistful Campus

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The heat in the imperial workshop was not merely temperature but a physical weight, a thick, sulfurous blanket that pressed against Elias Thorne’s chest as he raised the blowpipe, his lungs burning with the effort of drawing air through the molten gather. He stood before the High Steward, Aldous Vane, a man whose face was as smooth and unyielding as the lead-glass he favored, and the argument...

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