The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

You tell me the glass is broken, but you do not tell me it is alive. That was the last thing your father said to you, three winters ago, in the drafty cold of his workshop, his breath misting in the air before it was swallowed by the shadows. You were twenty-nine then, eager to take the commission for the chapel window, the great rose pane that had been the pride of Oakhaven for a century. He...

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