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... rnice. Han hadn’t slept. Hanna met him at the lockhouse with a nod that said the same. Scale’s orders waited as a neat slip: escort to the glassmaker who’d signed the bevel mark, seize ledgers and molds, keep the Third in sight.
Kettle Row smelled different before shopbells—wet ash, soda, old brine. The named workshop sat behind a lattice of cooling bars. No shrine, no motto, just a door that believed in bolts. The Glasswright Third lifted a knuckle to knock, thought better, and put his ...
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