Breath and Salt
Breath and Salt The forge made the same sound it always made. Not a sound, exactly. More like a lack of silence. A low, continuous noise that filled the space the way dust fills an empty room. Ray McMillan hit the iron. Then he hit it again. Then he stopped and added wood to the fire and hit it again. This was the pattern. Not a productive pattern. Not a creative one. Just a sequence of actions...
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