The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron is hot, and you are bleeding, but you do not stop swinging. The air in the valley is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt hair, a scent that sits heavy on the tongue like a bad omen. You stand before the great forge, a monolith of black stone that rises from the earth like a tooth from a giant’s gum. It is not a forge in the way that Edric’s father, or his father before him, knew...

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