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'There had been no magic in his making.

 

     At least not that he knew of. He wasn't sure when he had become aware of being, it seemed to come to him between one beat of the hammer and the next. One moment he was nothing. A lifeless lump of ore slowly being given form, and in the next, he existed. Still, he was a long time in the making. '

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