Writing Prompt : Talent of Sweat & Blood
May your true talents come through clearly.
“I have nothing left,” he groaned, sweat and blood, clumped in his hair and stained his skin in a slick mess. Only his fierce, golden eyes pierced through the muck.
Kneeling, she cupped his face in her soft hands, “It is past that where your true talents lay.”
As she released his face, he crumbled…
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