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... light of morning streamed through the soot-streaked windows, catching the orange glow of the furnace that Horg had already started. Dory moved among the tools, checking that every tongs, hammer, and anvil spot was in place. The smell of heated iron and coal filled the air, heavy and familiar, settling in their lungs like a rhythm they had learned to breathe with over the past six days.
Horg was already at the bellows, his back straight, muscles flexing with every push. The girls were in ...
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