The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The tongs were hot, but your hands did not feel the burn, only the weight of the glass as it swirled in the crucible, a pale, trembling star suspended in the dark throat of the furnace. You were thirty-two, Elias, and the debt to the hospital for your father’s lungs was a stone in your gut that no amount of blown crystal could grind down. The Guild Feast was in full swing in the hall next door,...

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