A small bead of sweat formed and ran down the centre of Jared's naked back. The heat of the late summer sun made working at the forge uncomfortably hot and the youth was glad when the partly formed iron he was holding in the coals was hot enough to work on the anvil #SlapDashSat
This was one of the first things I wrote many years ago when I thought I could write a fantasy novel. It's the first line of chapter one.
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