The Power Giver

“What do you crave most at this moment?” I ask, my voice barely audible in the falling twilight. The Returner stands before me, dishevelled, weary. His long grey beard is unkempt, his hands are callused from a lifetime of physical labour. He looks at me momentarily, considering his answer carefully.  “Power,” he replies, making no […]
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Published on November 15, 2015 06:06
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