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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty old horse shoes hang from wooden pegs on the walls of a cramped, rustic blacksmith's shop, surrounded by piles of rough-hewn wooden planks and rusty farm tools. The air's thick with the smell of hot metal and sweat, and umm, a bunch of chickens are calmly pecking at grain spills on the dirt floor as a large, old-fashioned bellows somehow steadily pumps air into a small fire without anyone working it. Outside, a slow-moving stream babbles quietly in the distance, and I can hear the faint sound of a horse whinnying, but somehow it's coming from inside a large, old metal bucket hanging from the ceiling.