THE CERAMIC BALLAD

The Ceramic Ballad

In the hush heart of a timeworn pottery workshop, where dust male drow motes danced in the pale light filtering through tinted windows, lay a tale spun from clay and fire. The Ceramic Ballad was not carved aloud, but rather perceived with every rough touch of a potter's hand. Each vessel held within it the echo of stories, their imperfect forms tes

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