The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Elias Thorne’s left hand hovered over the lead cames, the tip of his soldering iron trembling against the cold air of the nave. The heat was localized, a small, defiant circle of orange light in the vast, blue-grey silence of the cathedral. He was forty-two, a master glazier with twenty years of service to St. Jude’s, and he knew that the central rose window was his final commission. It was...

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