The Wistful Crossroads

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The hammer struck the anvil not with the dull thud of metal against stone, but with the sharp, percussive crack of a bone snapping under a too-enthusiastic hand. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He could not afford to flinch, for the iron in his hands was no longer merely a raw bar of ore; it had become a living, breathing extension of his own sinews, pulsing with a heat that felt less like...

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