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... scent of burning coal and molten metal. The rhythmic clang of hammer on steel echoed through the space, each strike sharp and deliberate. It was nothing like the merchant’s shop—there, everything was neat, refined. Here, everything was rough, loud, and blisteringly hot.
I stepped inside, forcing myself to breathe through my nose. The blacksmith stood over an anvil, muscles taut as she swung her hammer. Sparks flew, dancing in the air before vanishing against the soot-covered stone. She ...
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