OF GODS AND MEN Chapter 32: What We Might Have Been Tarsus stood upon a sea of rubble, the remains of the once great palace that Malthus called home. He pulled Malthir from his belt and he held the broken sword aloft. A muted grey: lifeless and inert: was all that the sword offered him now. Tarsus closed his eyes, and drew forth. Slowly, the half-blade came to life in a dull, pale glow. Tarsus opened his eyes, focused on the faint light that gave this once mighty weapon a brief renewal. “Where is she?” he asked of the power inside, funneling it through the blade it knew so well. Without delay, the power answered. A ray of light fell from the broken edge of the blade, falling to the ground only a few paces from where Tarsus stood. The Sunsword walked forward, but the light did not move from the spot it had settled on. When he reached the spot that the light touched, Tarsus got to his knees and carefully set the sw
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