The Pale Door
Chapter One Eun-woo Cheon’s hands were slick with condensation as he pressed the blowtorch nozzle against the curved rim of the glass, the blue flame hissing against the wet air of the orbital bay. He worked the molten edge with a pair of tongs, the metal hot enough to singe the calluses on his palms, trying to smooth out the hairline fracture that had appeared in the commission for the Duke’s...
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