The Golden Greenhouse

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The hammer fell. It struck the anvil with a sound like a bone breaking. Elias wiped his hand on his apron. The oil was black. The metal was hot. He did not look up. The forge was small. The walls were stone. The air was thick with smoke. He had been here for forty years. His back ached. His knees clicked. The fire roared. It was a living thing. It wanted to eat. It wanted to burn. Elias fed it....

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