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... slammed it down onto the anvil with a grunt.
"There. Your stupid ore."
She stepped back, wiping sweat off her brow.
Sylvia didn’t even flinch. She gripped the hammer in her only hand, eyes closed, murmuring in thick Dwarvish under her breath.
"Drah’mek Varn. Nuthul Dor."
("Shape the will. Breathe the fire.")
A heavy silence followed—then she struck.
CLANG.
The first hit sent golden pixelated sparks into the air, as if the forge itse ...
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