The Wistful Show
You are going to pay for this, Julian. The words hung in the air, sharp as the silica dust that coated the back of my throat, but the boy only looked at the ledger on the table, his face pale under the gaslight, and did not answer. I am Silas Vane, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last two decades blowing glass in the fog-bound town of Oakhaven, a place where the mist rolls off the...
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