"The moans of the anvil become a monotonous rumble. But I can't stop. The smithy door swings open, and Master

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"The moans of the anvil become a monotonous rumble. But I can't stop. The smithy door swings open, and Master Dzarif stands before me, disheveled and furious. He screams curses at me, but I can't hear them. The metal of my work crumbles under my hammer, but I can't see it — my eyes are blinded by tears."

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