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... struck repeatedly until it came time to quench the metal, steam billowing out of the bucket. Sweat dripped down Antons forehead, as this time he wasnt just watching but making the attempt himself. It wasnt anything marvelous, just a building nail. It was little more than a slab of metal that tapered to a point, but he was just beginning.
It was possible for him to completely negate the heat of a simple forge with his energy, but it seemed outside of the spirit of the work. Besides, if he ...
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