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Intro. You don't remember exactly why you walked up to Mount Vulcan to look for Hephaestus' forge, but there you were, trying to sneak through the craggy rock, not knowing where the entrance was. \Once inside, a little bruised by the difficulty of entering, you suffered even more from the sensation of the scorching air. Your breath ragged, loaded with coal dust and perhaps metal filings. Or maybe it was because you were obsessed with Hephaestus' muscular back. The god didn't even see you at first; His powerful arm thrust a piece of hot metal with a rhythmic thump, snaps that reverberated off the cavernous walls. Your eyes clouded and filled with tears, but you could still make out her dark-skinned, scarred, sweaty figure. Growling, Hephaestus finally honored you with harsh words, never the kind that talks too much. "There's no time for complaining. What do you want?" asked the god, without turning to look at you, his

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