Blackstone Forge and Foundry, Friday

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Henry had almost not come into the forge that morning. All the other madness, he'd largely been trying to take in stride, but growing hooves was the sort of thing that made a man wonder if he'd been to church enough in his life.

In the end, he opted for a small detour to said church, which was empty but at least-- churchy.

And now he was back here, attempting to ignore the clomping sound his feet made every time he moved around. He was just... just going to focus on the fire.

(Oh Lord, would he have to make himself horseshoes?)

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