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The rhythmic clang of hammer on anvil filled the air, echoing through the cramped forge like a blacksmith's hymn. In the heart of Cloudhaven,  where eucalyptus leaves whispered secrets to the wind, Elias worked his craft. Sunlight, filtered through soot-stained windows, glinted off sweat beading on his brow, turning his weathered face into a canvas of molten gold.

The Blacksmith

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