The sound of steel striking steel could be heard the entire day long. He had never taken a break for a single day, as slacking off was not an option. Forging took a lot of time and the molten steel had to be continuously hammered. It was hard, so hard. His body hurt, and the heat from the flames burned. Yet the hammer kept falling. Every day he felt like he would die, yet tomorrow came nevertheless. Every night he would drink, for that is the only time he could ignore the pain. Yet he kept wielding the hammer everyday, for there was a joy found deep within the suffering. The feeling of celebration after a long day  hard work, the feeling of happiness when a piece was finally finished, the feeling of relief when he makes it back home after a night of drinking. It was the only way the common man could keep going every day. And so the blacksmith hammered.

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