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|He sighed, turning over the iron in the bright orange blazes. His hair tied behind him in a tight braid, sweat running down his face. Was this the reality he envisioned all those years ago?
No. Or maybe it was. He could barely remember it now. After everything he& #39;s seen-
No. Or maybe it was. He could barely remember it now. After everything he& #39;s seen-
-he isn& #39;t sure if this was what he truly idealized. That vision from so long ago wasn& #39;t as he remembered it to be. Then again, he didn& #39;t exactly care.
When he felt that the rod was hot enough he pulled it out. The lights shown down from above, blinding him ever so slightly.
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When he felt that the rod was hot enough he pulled it out. The lights shown down from above, blinding him ever so slightly.
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A part of him wanted to stop but he knew this was for the best. Truly. It was.
A part of him wanted to stop but he knew this was for the best. Truly. It was.
