I fire up the coal oven, the smell of the smoldering embers bringing instant trepidation. Yes, Sandy trembles... she should.
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A front piece, a back piece, molded to perfectly enshroud not only the neck but immobilize the chin and press heavily on the shoulders. The intent... no turning of the head, no downward gaze, perhaps some upward motion... I’ll have to see.
Upon completion, hot riveted together, removal will be painfully impossible, damaging, and harming the bearer no matter the care taken to cut the iron or grind out my many rivets.
As I heat and hammer, heat and hammer, the flat sheet curves to conform to the wooden block replicating Sandy’s anatomy.
What impresses? The weight. My arms tire in shifting it about for forging. And this sheet is only the back portion. The fro
