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... in a strange twilight. The villagers’ shadows flickered in and out, walking their looped patterns of laughter, grief, life, and death. But Eron had stopped paying attention to them.
The forge never slept.
In this illusion-wrapped village lost to time, neither sun nor moon governed the sky. Only the fire in the forge burned with any certainty. Its embers hissed, cracked, and flared—feeding on the same relentless rhythm that now pulsed in Eron’s chest.
He hadn’t eaten.
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