forsitan hoc factum taceat iam fulmen in antro; nox dabit ipsa fidem, clausae cum murmura flammae, hospes, et incussae sonitum mirabere massae.
Even now, it may be, a forged bolt lies silent in this very cave; the night will bring thee proof, stranger, when thou shalt marvel at the roar of the prisoned furnace and the clang of smitten metal.
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