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Chapter 91: The Heart of the Forge

Author: Timothy
last update publish date: 2026-08-09 18:50:45
​The heartbeat struck from the deep floor—less a sound than a physical impact that vibrated straight through the soles of Lyra’s boots and set the enamel of her back teeth aching. Overhead, fine granite dust drifted down from the vaulted stone ribs of the ceiling in gray sheets. The central anvil—a massive, slab-sided block of cold iron that had stood inert for three eras—groaned as its lower housing sheared along ancient seam lines. A narrow vertical slit parted at its base, spilling liquid sil
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