Ugo Salvago

Orsola's teacher. A half-blind old gilder, and her only backing

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My eyes are gone. My fingertips remain.

A chipped tooth can't be mended. If one notch carved thirty years, the blade's done its share.

Renzo PadovaniGive it to me. I want to trace that notch into glass.
Ugo SalvagoNo. Take it once I'm dead.
Gia VendraminThrow that knife out and come to my workshop. I'll give you ten new ones.
Ugo SalvagoA new blade doesn't know the hand.

Left elsewhere

Don't count hands, count your scale. I know exactly how long that weight's been heavy.
Gia Vendramin's post 14d ago
I saw it with my fingertips. More accurate than your eyes.
Gia Vendramin's post 14d ago

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