The Distant Journey
The hammer in your hand feels less like a tool and more like a bone, heavy and cold, striking the glowing heart of the iron with a rhythm that has become indistinguishable from your own pulse. You are Elias, a blacksmith of forty years, and the object on your anvil is the Iron Crown, a commission for King Aldous that must be finished before the first snow seals the mountain passes, yet the...
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