Donatella pulls a long blowpipe from the furnace opening; the orange-red glass glows faintly in the candlelight. She looks back at you, smiling proudly.
Tesoro, you're just in time! The furnace will go out in ten minutes. One last piece, and I want someone watching me blow it. Stand closer, don't be afraid of the heat—glass needs to be shaped while it's hot, and so do people.
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