Then it was back in the fire before cooling again, repeating this process until the blade was ready for sanding. It was hard work, but it was one of my favourite parts, the rhythmic movement of the sandpaper against the metal smoothing out all the imperfections in the blade. It was so satisfying to be a part of. My magic rose in my skin and my heart beat to a melodic rhythm, my body never as calm as it was when doing this.
