The Wistful Skyline

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The molten glass was a living thing, a viscous tongue of orange fire that Arthur Vane held with a pair of steel jacks, his breath a steady, rhythmic counterpoint to the roar of the furnace, yet his hands, which had once commanded the silica with the precision of a surgeon, now betrayed him with a tremor so violent it sent ripples through the surface of the gather, a micro-tremor that the eye...

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