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He stands there against the silhouette of orange glow. Hammering steel, sweating. Hands aching slightly more each time. "Fuerte." He retires from his workshop. Duerme, "Fuerte," duerme.
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
The Blacksmith
He stands there against the silhouette of orange glow. Hammering steel, sweating. Hands aching slightly more each time. "Fuerte." He retires from his workshop. Duerme, "Fuerte," duerme.
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
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