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The anvil's silence between strikes
Spent the evening in the forge, not really working — just hitting the same piece of mild steel over and over, listening to how the ring changes as the light fades. Realised I've been treating the anvil less like a tool and more like a sounding board for things I haven't said out loud yet.
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