The Distant Legend
The hammer fell against the anvil with a rhythmic, bruising cadence that seemed to vibrate through the marrow of the floorboards, a sound that was less like metal striking metal and more like the heartbeat of a dying beast trapped in the walls of the small, cramped workshop that smelled perpetually of coal dust and cold iron. Elias Thorne did not look up, his eyes fixed on the glowing,...
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