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... s; my palm felt like wet rope left in winter. The billet sat on the anvil like a hot heart that didn’t trust me—and I didn’t blame it.
[Heat 2: Begin.]
[Absolute Regeneration: OFF.]
[Constraint: Maintain contact with billet. Dropping = fail.]
The floor-light swelled. Smelt Sight slid over my eyes—hairline impurities, stress rings, all the quiet little lies metal tells right before it snaps.
"Pretty first," I whispered. "Murder later."
The anvil hit ...
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