The Golden Oath
The hammer fell. It was a heavy thing, iron and oak, and it struck the anvil with a sound that rang in Elias’s teeth. He worked the metal under the forge light, the heat a physical weight against his skin. Sweat ran into his eyes. He did not blink. The iron was red, then orange, then dull and dark. He shaped it. He was good at this. He had always been good at things that required endurance. In...
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