The Distant Nightmare
The coal bed is dying, and you are the only one who knows how to coax it back to life, your hands blackened to the wrists as you fan the embers into a sullen, breathing orange glow. You are Elias, a blacksmith of Oakhaven, and for the last three months you have been hunched over the anvil, sweat stinging the cuts in your palms, forging the ceremonial iron gate for Lord Ashworth’s new estate....
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