The Wistful Throne

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Act I Ronan Lenehan’s breath was a solid thing, a column of white vapor that struck the molten gather on the blowpipe and hardened the glass into a shape that defied the gravity of the shipyard, a vessel of impossible clarity that cost him three days of sleep and the last of his winter coat. The furnace in the old crypt glowed with a heat that was not merely thermal but metabolic, sucking the...

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