A boy named Nickel

Once upon a time, there was a lonely boy named Nickel. He was born with one crooked arm, and a missing toe. Nickel was left at a young age upon the stone steps of the blacksmith’s tavern. As the autumn air filled with familiar smells of pressed cider, woodsmoke, burnt leaves, and heated sugar, Nickel learned the trade of turning metals into usable goods. His favorite thing to make, which he mastered at the age of ten, was a wishing bowl. It was pressed with six different metals, all bartered for by his master, Philip. Copper, nickel, iron, gold, silver, and one he was told was secret.

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~ by disembodiedspirit on September 3, 2008.

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