The Distant Promise

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The iron shrank and groaned against the heat, a metallic shriek that cut through the humid air of the foundry like a banshee’s cry, while I stood at the center of the anvil, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the expectation placed upon my shoulders by the foreman, Silas Thorne. The forge was a cathedral of soot and steam, a closed, suffocating belly...

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