The Blade That Dreamed

Raye woke to the sound of metal remembering how to breathe.

It came from somewhere beneath her: a slow, mechanical pulse travelling through the black glass floor and into her bones. Cyan light climbed the walls in branching lines. Each time it passed beneath her palm, the chamber filled with a memory of warmth.

There was a blade suspended above her. Crimson, weightless, and pointed directly at her heart.

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The blade turned once in the air. Then, in a voice that sounded almost like hers, it said her name.