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The heat of the forge lit up Huldah's face as her hammer came crashing down on the molten ingot held on the anvil. The sun had slipped below the horizon long ago yet she still stood there toiling on a project of her own. There was more than enough work to keep both Huldah and her father busy for weeks on end but work was dull. Making something she could use however made it worth it's while.
The small hamlet lay less than a mile from Canterbury, the great shrine that drew constant pilgrims and business to their forge. Mostly just shoeing horses and fixing the implements of the local farmers. It truly was a dull boring place without even an interesting minstrel's tale to take her mind off the work.
The small hamlet lay less than a mile from Canterbury, the great shrine that drew constant pilgrims and business to their forge. Mostly just shoeing horses and fixing the implements of the local farmers. It truly was a dull boring place without even an interesting minstrel's tale to take her mind off the work.
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