The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One "Item: One sphere of azure, hue to match the Doge’s private commission, due by the full moon. Penalty: forfeiture of workshop and assets." Luigi Rinaldi read the line three times, the ink still wet and smelling of iron gall, before he looked up at the man standing in the doorway of the kiln room. The air in the quarter was thick with the sulfurous bite of burning sulfur and the damp...
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