The Faded Masquerade

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The cold bit into Elias’s knuckles. He held the iron bar steady. The hammer fell. *Clang.* The sound rang out, hollow and sharp. It echoed off the stone walls of the workshop. It was a good sound. It was a clean sound. Elias wiped his brow. Sweat stung his eyes. The forge glowed orange in the dim room. Sparks danced like angry insects. He was a smith. He made gates. He made hinges. He made the...

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