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The acrid bite of smoke stung Marks's eyes as he wrestled the glowing iron into submission. Sweat beaded on his brow, mirroring the molten metal that danced and hissed beneath his hammer. The rhythmic clang of the anvil echoed through the cavernous forge, a counterpoint to the crackling fire and the steady beat of his own pulse