The fire tests us. The fire reveals us. The fire remakes us.
Where every story is born in darkness and tempered in flame.
Where the fire cuts deeper than the blade.
TALES FROM THE FORGE
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STILL WAITING
Some wounds simply bleed in silence.
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HOPE IS POISON
The cruelest illusions are the ones we beg to believe.
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LOST IN THE WOODS
The forest claimed the dead.
I refused to join them.
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NOTHING ELSE
I was forged in fire.
She was shaped by the wind.
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THE LADY IN RED
Not all monsters have wings.
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NOT MEANT TO SIT IN THE SHADE
Hard places breed hard men.
Fire make us inevitable.
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MORE TO GIVE
When there is nothing left, there is more to give.
When all else fades away, the fire remains.
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I'M THE ONE HOLDING THE KEYS
The keys were always in my hand.
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THE QUIET PATH
Some truths cannot be spoken.
Wisdom begins where words end.
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FEAR
Fear is a good servant but a terrible king.
Fear still whispers, but I no longer kneel.
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THE MIDNIGHT COUNCIL
I invited darkness to the table.
I survived the truth that it was always mine.
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THE WOODCUTTER
Keep your tools sharp.
And your mind sharper.
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BRING THE BOATS IN
Fire does not negotiate.
All belongs to the Crown—or it belongs to the fire.
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FORGIVE MY STEEL
Even steel requires a place to rest.
Even the sharpest blade longs for its sheath.
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