The Nine Tribulations

Clang... clang... clang...

At dawn, beside the block near the bellows furnace in the blacksmith's shop, a boy barely three feet tall struggled to swing a little hammer, striking a glowing red piece of iron again and again. The small block he stood beside was less than a foot off the ground.

There were long pauses between each blow, a full five breaths, but the boy really was putting all his strength into every swing.

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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.