The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 02:34:03 -

The iron breath of the smelter hissed, a living thing that tasted of rust and blood. Silas stood in the center of the crucible floor, his armor not of steel, but of woven hemp and hardened clay, a suit of protection that had failed him a hundred times before. He was a warrior, though he carried no sword, only the heavy, rhythmic hammer of the stoker, and the fire that ate his hands. Around him,...

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