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... ering, and endless adjustments, but at last it was done.
The new furnace stood like a tower of fire and iron, its belly glowing red, its throat vomiting thick black smoke into the sky. Alpheo stood at a distance, arms folded behind his back, and allowed himself the rare taste of satisfaction. For the first time, the princedom could forge its own iron, feeding its blacksmiths with steel that was not bought at obscene prices from the Achean merchants.
The laborers moved in rhythm, ...
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