The Smith
by Mikey The Wolf
The ringing of a hammer on an anvil echoes clearly across the valley as a deadman drifts along a path cutting through this forest of elders, soon coming upon a small home and forge in a small clearing, the only structure in hours of travel through dense wilderness...
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