The Distant Whispers

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Thorne. The word was not shouted, but it carried the weight of a hammer striking an anvil, vibrating through the soot-dusted air of the workshop. Elias did not look up from the blowpipe; the molten gather at its end glowed with the dull, arterial red of a fresh wound, and his hands, those instruments of his trade and now his torment, trembled with a frequency that made the glass shiver. He was...

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