The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The hammer strikes the iron, and the sound is not a ring but a scream, a jagged tear in the silence of the workshop. You are holding the anvil, your knuckles white, your breath held in a chest that feels too small for the fury you are trying to contain. The metal glows, a dying ember in the dark, and you strike again. And again. You are not making a horseshoe. You are not making a gate. You are...

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