The Long Forge

The Long Forge



Elias Kane was a greasy-handed bastard, a mechanic who could sweet-talk a busted engine back to life—until fate smashed him flat and chucked him into a new mess. He wakes up bawling, tiny, and pissed, stuck in a nowhere life with nothing but the smarts he hauled from his old one. Picture him: a kid with a grown man’s grit, staring at a world that’d sooner kick you than kiss you, thinking, *I’ll make something out of this shitpile yet.*



This ain’t some tidy little tale. It’s a sprawling, sweaty, hundred-year haul of a guy who won’t quit. He starts in the dirt, hands bleeding, building whatever he can—stuff to keep him alive, stuff to shove back at the world. He’s no golden boy, no caped savior; he’s a stubborn son of a bitch who’ll cut a deal with the devil if it gets him through the night. People come and go—some stick around, some bleed out—and the world keeps turning, mean and wild, not giving a damn about him. But Elias? He digs in, leaves scars, and builds a legacy that hums like a well-tuned gear.



The Long Forge is Elias’s story—a messy, back-breaking ride through a place that don’t play nice. He don’t win crowns; he just keeps going, and damn if that don’t change everything.