The Distant Affair
The bell tolled. It shook the dust. It shook my bones. I stood. I was old. I was cold. My sword hung heavy. It was rusted. I looked at the wall. There was a crack. It was small. It was wide. It was deep. I reached for it. My hand trembled. My hand shook. I could not hold it. The crack was a path. It was a boundary. I had chased it. I had chased it for years. My brother was inside. He was lost....
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