The Golden Maze
The hammer strikes. Again. Again. You feel the vibration in your teeth. The forge bellows hisses. You are sweating. The iron glows. Orange. Red. White. It is dying. You know this. You are dying too. The shop smells of rust and coal dust. Dust everywhere. In your beard. In your lungs. You wipe your brow. The cloth is black. You look at the clock. Nine o’ clock. You have been here since dawn. You...
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