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All I remember is someone hit her first. I was irriated, angered and irked. Than, all of the sudden an anvil dropped on their body, crushing it down to the ground. The sight is grotesque as blood is splattered everywhere, spilling from the now dead body sprawled under the anvil.

'What...just happened?'

The anvil was around 150 lbs.

'Wait, why do I know that.'

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Suddenly, I fill with dread upon realizing the only explanation for this situation. The only way this would be possible. At the same time one of the blacksmiths that work in the same smithery as me comes out shouting.

"Who took the Anvil! This isn't funny, there's work to be done! Where's the Anvil-" and stops infront of the body under the anvil and lowers his head as his face darkens. Death isn't uncommon here but, life is still precious.

That's when the world stopped, stood silent for me. Nothing could move me, I couldn't register a single thing that was happening around me. My ears were ringing violently, my heart dropped, my body shuddered at the horror just witnessed. And worst of all the knowledge of how, and who caused it all. Me.

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