Picked and hacked out of the tunnel-side, the chunk of ore seceded from the stone. Tossed into a cart, and flying up and out of the tunnel under the power of pulleys. Banging left and right in the crate, the piece of ore traveled to another city. The crate was hefted into a horse-drawn wagon, and from there proceeded to the refinery. Fate was not what had brought it into the bucket now being spilled into a cast iron mold, chance had not selected it from the tunnel wall. It was not by anything but God's own hand that it now tumbled into this situation where it would be barraged with devices never experienced before. First the coals were stoked, and aired. Then the flames roared. Those steps were repeated, with yet more and more fuel being piled in, yet higher and higher the thermometer rose. The piece of ore writhed about in its container, why was this happening? What good could come from it? The heat was exquisite. Flakes and bits were roasted away, the ore began to seep down to the bottom of all the rubble, turning to liquid. Who was doing this? What was their intent? The furnace waxed greater in heat, and the flakes and bits falling away were now blocks and fragments. How could anyone benefit from this? Who would wish this upon someone? The trial ended. The furnace cooled. And the resolve that was left in the container, solidified.
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