The Pale Altar
The hammer fell. It struck the anvil. Sparks flew. They died in the air. You held the tongs. Your hands were steady. The metal glowed. It was orange. It was red. It was white. The forge was dark. The fire was bright. You were alone. You were not alone. The shadows watched. They had faces. They had mouths. They did not speak. They only waited. This was the year of the iron kings. The war had...
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