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Chapter 7 by OccasionalReader OccasionalReader

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Statue of Hephaestus

Hunched over a large anvil is a statue of a man, his arms and bare chest burly with well-toned muscles. Unlike many other statues on this side, he neither wears toga nor his birthday suit: he wears a functional piece of cloth which is essentially a glorified sash and loincloth. By contrast with his arms, one of his legs is much less toned than the other; and his weight seems to be resting primarily on the larger leg. Your eyes now draw to the anvil itself: the presumed statue of a sword seems flawless, almost as if it is better than the best of basic magical swords created by modern blacksmiths. Its pommel is well-shaped, making you all-the-more envious of said sword. A placard below the anvil is inscribed, "Hephaestus, Lord of the Forge, may his blade sing true."

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