The Distant Temple
The hammer rings. It hits the anvil. You feel the shock in your teeth. It is a small town. It is old. The stones are black. The fog is thick. You are a smith. You are not a priest. You are not a king. You are just hands. You are just iron. The war is here. It has been here for a week. The soldiers come at dawn. They wear red coats. They carry long guns. They do not speak. They do not look. They...
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