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Clang! Clang! Clang! Once Lance fell into the Rhythm, he had to be careful. He could hammer red-hot metal like no one else, not even his mentor, but he could all too easily lose his mind to the task and before he'd know it, he'd be holding a misshapen piece of metal and have to start the process all over again. Fortunately, he stopped himself just in time, and lifted a still-glowing but perfectly-shapen horseshoe into the air. Hissssshhhh He pulled the tempered steel out of the water and set it aside to finish it later. He could have tempered the horseshoe with the sweat pouring off his body, if he didn't care about burn scars. Lance was a pr

Sammy's heart leapt into his throat and brought some of the sandwiches up with it. The circuitry of his brain had already been channeling a full current of emotions, and the sight of his ex-girlfriend threatened to blow a fuse. "Hello, Sam," she said, and he wanted to be offended by that. After all these years, after the way she left him, that was what she was opening with? But then... what else could she say? He realized there was absolutely no way this conversation could play out that would leave him feeling satisfied, because he didn't want to have this conversation. So... why have it? "Sammy?" Donnie asked, tapping his arm. "You want me t