The Distant Summer

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The hammer struck the iron. Once. Twice. Three times. Silence held the room. Elias did not breathe. He watched the sparks die. They fell like embers of a dead star. He picked up the tongs. The metal glowed. It was red. It was hot. It was alive. "Is it ready?" The voice came from the shadows. It was not a human voice. It was the sound of wind in a dry well. Elias looked up. The King stood in the...

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