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Furnace

Wat Sun sits here with me and we build a furnace. We force the metal for the killing steel. We go harvest the leather used to cover the grip. We create the tang and pommel and everything. This is zen work! Use the newfound tool for its destined purpose. And we must fill the forge with coal and sharp wind for the sharpest steel requires the greatest fires and the greatest men in the worst of times.

. . . “Hmm, this might make a half-decent story!”

Bouncing about the sacred furnace like a rambunctious group of school children are the cardinal winds.… Click to continue...