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Monday, April 8, 2013

Steel. She had come down from Gloucester way for several days or more she watched as the blacksmith worked each day. inside the open door. As the fire began to glow fiercely with flame and hot between the furnace raw and burning coals the young Smith with his glowing hair pulled lengths of metal... Sign in to see full entry.

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