The Wistful Asylum

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The hammer struck the anvil with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias did not flinch. His knuckles were white, gripping the handle of the heavy steel mallet, his shoulders hunched under the weight of the glowing metal. The air in the forge was thick, tasting of sulfur and old sweat. Sparks flew, dancing in the dim light of the workshop, illuminating the faces of the three men standing in the...

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