[GW2]  —  Hammer and Quill

Sparks were flying at the anvil. The hammer, like an iron meteorite, crashed relentlessly over the incandescent landscape of the gestating pauldron below. Blow after blow, the metal was bending, twisting, warping. She was alone, standing by the forge outside of the temporary hide hut they made for themselves, close to her sister’s sturdier wooden […]

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