Fifty Nine

At a corner of the room, the mystical weapon mysteriously called 'the key' sat on a stool.

“ Oh good Lord , I knew it” he walked over, tried to lift it but it didn't budge.

Wait... Julian just said 'Good Lord'. Not Julian, Joel, he must have attended a church while on earth. That's a talk for another day. I joined him, hoping I'll be able to do what his muscles could not. It was a magnificent and sword- like. Touching the ornate cross-guard that spread out like a leaf, with a jewel embedded in the center, I felt chills in my veins. I ran my fingers across the runes filling the blade’s fuller. I had no thoughts about what the symbols meant, but felt my finger tingle as I traced their lines. The balance of the weapon was impeccable. The metal of the carved guard, and leather-bound hilt, balanced the thick, heavy blade efficiently. Nervously, I picked it

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