The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The furnace roared, a low, guttural growl that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, turning the air in the workshop into a shimmering, unstable haze. He stood before the glowing mouth of the clay oven, his face a mask of soot and sweat, his eyes fixed on the molten gather of glass spinning on the end of his blowpipe. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against his lungs,...

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