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With each strike of the hammer
The nail plunges deeper into the wood
Each hit concealing more and more
Leaving less and less to see
Until eventually the nail is gone
Pushed entirely beneath the surface
Never to be seen again
No mark or blemish
Where once stood iron
The hallmark of a skilled craftsman
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In the Court of the White Bear 