The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The smell of sulfur and hot sand hung thick in the air, a physical weight that pressed against the back of your throat as you watched the molten glass glow like a dying sun in the furnace mouth. It was a Tuesday evening in November, 1908, and the air in the Pittsburgh glassworks was so dense with particulate matter that your lungs felt like they were scraping against rough stone with every...

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