Good, simple work.

His fingers wrapped around the hammer’s handle and he squeezed it tightly as it became part of him.  He lifted it slowly and focused intently on the glowing ore in front of him.  His arm and body strained as he lifted the hammer to the height of his head.  The hammer fell through the warm air of the blacksmith’s shop and it struck soundly on the ore.

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