Chapter 3Daniel felt somewhat nervous as he exited his shop the following afternoon. He stopped at the bank to pick up some cash, unsure of what Adrian would charge. As Margaret had said before, Adrian was exceptional at his job. Hopefully, getting his cast iron fixed wouldn’t cost a fortune. God knew he needed to save money now more than ever.
He walked up to the smithy, but briefly stopped outside to take in the ramshackle appearance. Perhaps Mr. Morganson was right; it could use a new coat of paint. Daniel opened the heavy door and was overcome by a wave of heat. A large fire was actively burning in the corner of the room, which Adrian was standing near. He wore dark glasses, likely to protect his eyes from the fire and his coal-hot tools. He held a heavy metal hammer in his hand and w
