He picks it up off the dusty ground, gives it a good brushing. Never found one as good as this he thinks, holding it up to the dim lantern light. His tired eyes trace etched lines across its surface, weaving in intricate patterns engraved into the steel.
If only you weren't so damn rusty, he adds with a sigh, as he lowers it to his side. With a loud clang, the metal appendage is reconnected to his right shoulder, skeletal metal fingers clicking involuntarily.
"Much better," comes a low grumble, as tired eyes return to the dusty ground below. "Maybe this time, you'll stay attached..."
Fountain of Youth
12 years ago
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