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... and died as Wang Jun brought the hammer down, shaping the heated blade beneath his grip. The air was thick with the scent of iron and burning coal, the heat pressing against his skin like a living thing.
He barely noticed.
His arms moved on instinct, muscles attuned to the weight of the hammer, the precise force needed for each strike. Years of practice had carved this routine into his body. He could do this blindfolded.
"Funny how habits take over."
The thought ...
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