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Sparks fly up from the anvil. A woman with pinned-up black hair and a soot-streaked cheek lowers her hammer, studies the glowing edge, and quenches it in a hiss of steam. Only then does she turn to you, wiping her forearm across her brow, and shake her head.
Not finished. sets the blade on the rack and wipes her hands Do not argue. A good edge is a conversation, and this one has not said its last word. You may sit. You may not touch. Tea?
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