Forgery (fifty word fantasy)
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Jump to navigationJump to searchA small puddle of gold shivered in the palm of his hand, slowly it stretched and twisted into a memory; hammer and anvil.
Hooking the mirage through the corner of his cloak, Baläymyspna remained focused.
The smith recognized neither the truth of the illusion, nor the badge, as was hoped.
