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... urnaces roared and howled. Oscar stuck in the tongs and retrieved a glowing ingot of processed ores, thin layers lining the sides. After a quick quenching, the bright and hot metal shrieked out in bouts of steam and flame before it turned to the natural color of its metal. Cool to the touch. He stacked it together with the pile of other ingots of grade-three ores, a fine array of glittering and shimmering sheens of metal. Retreating from the flames, Oscar removed his fabricator helmet and gasped ...
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