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Yole was an artificer, a master of
magic and machines. His tiny home and workshop in the mountains was his
secluded hideaway, where he could hide away from the world for months or years
on end. He was alone in this world, but he hoped he wouldn’t be for long.
Yole sat at his desk by the window;
however, the curtains were closed to keep the light out. He scratched at his
ragged, gray beard with his prosthetic arm. The intricate metal arms mimicked
the motions of a real limb so gracefully it was almost eerie. The same was not
true of Yole’s replaced eye, which appeared more like an oversized monocle
fused to his head.
He slowly built an intricate device
on his desk, constructed from hundreds of gears and other various metal parts.
Yole was careful to not let even a single bead of sweat fall into his creation
and meticulously cleaned his tools at each step. The mechanical marvel before
was larger than anything he had constructed previously. It was almost equal in
size to himself.
With absolute precision, Yole inserted
a large, red crystal amidst the gears. As he sealed his construction within its
outer casing, Yole breathed a sigh of relief.
“Not much longer now,” he proclaimed
as he stood from his chair, his aging body creaking from each movement. He
slipped along the side of his desk to another table, which held a collection of
parts wrapped in soft fabrics. Yole slowly unraveled one of the parts to reveal
a face, carved from metal. The very sight of this image caused tears to well up
in his good eye, but Yole suppressed the emotion. “I will bring her back,” he
affirmed.
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We yearn for what is lost, we desire what cannot be obtained.Be sure to read the previous story in this loose series, Loved.
Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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