There are men who hammer iron. And there are men to whom iron yields. Kanedias, called the Master Maker, son of Euz in spirit if not in blood, was not merely a craftsman. He was an answer to a question the world did not yet know it had asked. Where others saw timber, he saw structure. Where others saw ore, he saw intention. Where others saw parts, he saw inevitability. He bound no demons. He required none. Precision was his sorcery. Geometry his scripture. Tolerance his law. Steel bent. Wood obeyed. Mechanisms awakened under his hand. Some build to possess. He builds to endure.