I never planned to write about pain. But sometimes the stories we need to tell are the ones we never expected to live.
This is a place for what gets forged under pressure — language for obedience, loss, and the mercy that arrives as discipline, not comfort.
A place where things are forged — not decorated, not curated, but shaped under heat and pressure. The Foundry exists for writing born from obedience, formed by restraint, and offered as witness.
It is not a platform. It is a workshop. The work here is real, unfinished, and made to last.
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