Gemotions

The weight of the cold steel felt good in Caleb's hands. He was forging a series of intricate, flowing swords, each a unique work of art. The hammer fell, and the metal shaped itself into art.

He was showing his works in a gallery, and saw a familiar design. The same designs. The same techniques. He felt a jolt of shock.

The other artist was named Henry. They both used the same tools and the same kind of furnace. Caleb was so flustered, he could not bring himself to talk to Henry.

Henry, however, approached him. "Amazing," he said, with a smile.