How Not To Tie Your Shoelace

Georgiana shielded her face from the searing heat as she portioned out the molten silver. The cave echoed with the howls of wolf pups.

As sweat beaded on Georgiana’s forehead, she counted backwards aloud: “Nine… Eight… Seven…”

Not for the first time, she thought, There must be an easier way…

This story was based on a title suggested by @salmir.

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