Ten-thousand metal keys chime in the breeze.
His chains making a susurrus clatter, he speaks behind a mask rusted by tears.
“Find your key. Unlock your destiny.”
I pluck my choice, and unlock his shackles. “I shall be she who frees the Priest of Locks.”
Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
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How cool. I love the world-building lurking behind this one. Much too short. It needs another 20K words at least. :-D
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Thank you, Diana. :-) I’ll write a longer version and share it some Friday down the road… maybe quite a ways down, as I’ve got a lot I want to accomplish this summer! ;-)
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Wow! Love this one!
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Thank you!
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