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... de of the anvil set at the center of the cave. He had one tree-trunk sized arm propped on his knee, his other hand lying limp and lightly gripping a hammer.
Something lay on the anvil, but it was high enough I couldn’t quite see it. The smith’s head was bowed, his unkempt hair and beard forming a veil over his face.
“It is done,” he rumbled.
I paused near the entrance. “That soon?”
It was the morning after my encounter with Maxim. It’d been half a day and a night ...
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