Forged
From the tomb of the ancient bloom comes something stronger sharper out the ground rusted from womb thrust into a refiners fire the starter smoke bellows carrying impurities away iron puddles a purer bloom is wrought the flowering steel becomes a fillet shaped with the hammer the slag is naught into the fire again drawn out and tempered iron sharpens iron for the master's use an instrument forged in the fiery embers shining sharpened a sword has been cut loose
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