The Golden Song
The bell rang once. It was a dull, heavy sound that vibrated in the chest before it reached the ears. Elias stood at the anvil. His hammer hung motionless in his grip. The metal glowed orange in the dark forge. It was a small piece of iron. It held a shape. The shape was a key. Elias breathed in. The air tasted of coal and sweat. He looked at the key. He did not like the shape. He raised the...
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