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Your Cowardice
You had only to speak.
One moment of courage,
one breath of truth—
and I would have let you go
with grace.
Instead, you chose cowardice,
and left me
haunted by the kiss
you never named.
About the Creator
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromma day ago in Fiction
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