The Distant Journey

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The iron gates of the blacksmith’s forge stood open to the gray, weeping sky of the industrial valley, a jagged mouth gaping in the rain, and inside, the heat was so thick and wet it felt less like air and more like a solid substance that pressed against Thomas Whitmore’s lungs, forcing each breath into a laborious, rattling draw as he stood before the anvil where the final proof of his...

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