The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The air in the Foundry smelled of sulfur and old iron, a heavy, metallic taste that coated the back of Eamon’s throat. He stood before the Great Anvil, his hands wrapped in leather so worn it had taken on the pale, translucent quality of old skin. The hammer in his grip was not a tool, but a limb, an extension of a body that had long since ceased to belong to him. The forge was not a workplace;...

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