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The Word Keeper - A Short Story

  THE WORD KEEPER   I can’t recall the moment that everything split.   But I do remember the feeling of being built entirely of fibers that were once so masterfully entwined they came alive.   And I was that life. Have you ever torn a stalk of celery, or stripped a piece of string cheese? Imagine them twisted together, melded into blood and guts. That is what you are, and what was me. Then something caused me to unwind. I cannot recall what or why and it doesn’t matter. I know I streamed through space, peeled apart and came together again, at least enough to maintain a sense of “I”, though that had been lost at some point.   Imagine going down a waterslide and then through a tunnel of emptiness and black.   Then coming out again. There was a room where I came out, or walls at least.   Stacks and stacks of books formed two side walls that extended beyond my periphery, and a third in front of me contained a small niche on its left, as I faced it. The stacks of books extended up

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