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The only landmark on the plain was the brothers, and they were working as they always worked.
 
The only landmark on the plain was the brothers, and they were working as they always worked.
  
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[[The Ravages of Time]] wielded a spade as broad as two men standing side by side and equally as tall.  He drew the wide blade behind him and suddenly it was full.  In the dim light, Rivers could scarcely see what was in the spade, but he thought he saw a few vague shapes in the heap: broken children's toys, a half eaten skull, a torn flag, a window frame.  He threw this heap into the crucible, a bowl eight paces across settled into the magma plain.  As the weight filled the bowl, ribbons flame jetted from beneath the sides of it and a fresh wave of heat washed over the Lawgivers.
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The Ravages of Time wielded a spade as broad as two men standing side by side and equally as tall.  He drew the wide blade behind him and suddenly it was full.  In the dim light, Rivers could scarcely see what was in the spade, but he thought he saw a few vague shapes in the heap: broken children's toys, a half eaten skull, a torn flag, a window frame.  He threw this heap into the crucible, a bowl eight paces across settled into the magma plain.  As the weight filled the bowl, ribbons flame jetted from beneath the sides of it and a fresh wave of heat washed over the Lawgivers.
  
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[[Spring's Inevitable Betrayal]], the taller of the two, though thinner, lifted one hand pulled down the edge of the bowl.  A thin trickle of light, blindingly white, poured from it's lip into a trough, flowing down into a stone mold in the shape of a straight sword.  Almost immediately the god flipped the mold onto the anvil and began hammering.
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Spring's Inevitable Betrayal, the taller of the two, though thinner, lifted one hand pulled down the edge of the bowl.  A thin trickle of light, blindingly white, poured from it's lip into a trough, flowing down into a stone mold in the shape of a straight sword.  Almost immediately the god flipped the mold onto the anvil and began hammering.
  
 
Rivers looked at his companion and waggled his eyebrows meaningfully.  Song stepped forward.
 
Rivers looked at his companion and waggled his eyebrows meaningfully.  Song stepped forward.

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