Metalmancer: An October's Tale
One chilly Autumn's day, the Metalmancer was busily at work crafting things in his dark laboratory deep underground, when the noise of a great weeping and lament from someplace not very far away, yet not very near, began to disturb him at his work. It was the fairies who lived in the woods that grew above him, lamenting the coming of winter, as was their yearly custom. The Metalmancer did not know this, however, for he lived deep underground, where it was always warm because of the fires of his forges, and he had no windows and so took notice of day nor night, nor kept a calendar to mark the passing of seasons; he just worked, ever busy, inventing things and copying things and making still other things, all to sell to the men in the towns nearby. All he knew about the fairies was that, from time to time, they made a great fuss and wept and wailed and played mournful tunes on their pipes and fiddles, which distracted him and kept him from working as he liked.
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