One day the circus came to town and set up on the dusty outskirts of the town among the hovels of those who had no cultivation, who had nothing. In one of many bright tents there stood a mirror made of polished bronze. Eithan paid a copper piece and stood in front of the dim mirror and admired his body.

It was a hard good body grown over the original. When he changed position he could feel his bones and muscles shift inside until they made contact with the shell, pressed gently into it, made it move. When he breathed deeply he could feel his lungs press against his chest.

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In front of the bronze mirror Eithan admired his body as he stood. Each muscle group had been carefully molded into place, his buttocks brazed, his cock stiffened. Naked he no longer felt breeze across his skin. Standing in front of the mirror Eithan was proud of his iron body; there, in front of the bronze mirror, standing, Eithan was proud of his iron life.