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- The hammer struck down, the sound of metal ringing out. Flipping the tool over, I brought the hammer down on the other side, straightening the prongs. Over and over, until the three of them had been drawn out, elongated.
- "I've got the barrel ready for the quench. Bright it-" Nicholas trailed off.
- I winced. "Sorry." My hand came away, the cherry-red metal now a dark black from where I'd used Quench to skip the step, perfectly dropping the temperature.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 12]
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