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... ned pincers. He could feel the boy's eagerness as if it were his own.
No.
His wrist itched as well. It wasn't to earn points or get his answer; that had flown to the back of his head. It was to create something different from weapons or armor. A tool to brighten Elliot's face each time mockery made him doubt his dream—a whispered reminder, "Nothing's impossible."
Under his guidance, the pounding of Elliot's worn hammer echoed against the scalding white metal. Sparks flew ...
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