The Last Rail Tanto
Under the flickering forge light, Erik wiped the sweat from his brow, staring at the blade he had just finished. It wasn’t just any blade—it was a tanto forged from an old railroad spike, salvaged from the tracks that once carried men westward in search of fortune.
His hammer had shaped the steel with care, folding history into every inch. The blade held the strength of the past, tempered by fire and honed to a razor’s edge. It was a warrior’s knife, a tool of survival, and a testament to craftsmanship.
The first buyer arrived before Erik even had time to sharpen it fully. A traveler, dressed in worn leather, ran his fingers along the polished steel and nodded. "This blade has stories in it," he said.
Erik smiled. "Now it’s waiting for yours."
