The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the workshop smelled of sulfur and old sweat. "Elias," Mara said from the doorway. Her voice was thin, stripped of its usual warmth. "The Duke’s men are at the gate." Elias did not turn. His hands were deep in the molten gather, a glowing orange ball of silica suspended on the end of a blowpipe. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against his palms. He could feel the Pale...

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