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In Bear City, the forge burns bright, A blacksmith's hammer in the night. Steel meets stone with every strike, Forging weapons, fire and light. Paws calloused, muscles strong, Each swing a rhythm, fierce and long. Sparks fly in the winter air, As the city hums a tale of care. Anvil’s echo, a song of might, In Bear City’s heart, the flames ignite.