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The Statue of Seventeen Arms
A ficlet for the Kingkiller Chronicles series. This story does not align with any particular chapter or place in the books. It is one short night in Kvothe's many, applicable to any place where he journeys alone in the woods, warily, and with his lute. I only wanted to practice the author's writing style and bring to life a tiny idea. Enjoy!
Kvothe stopped at a sudden clearing in the trees, hands gripping an elm trunk, peering around it carefully. He swept a trained eye across the area, taking slow, steady breaths of the cool, fresh air. The clearing was nicely fenced by shading elms on three sides with a clear brook glistening along the fourth. In the middle was a huge, well-worn and cracked slab of white stone. The slab had a hole cut into it, exposing a pit of earth below. Beside it were logs of wood, stacked as if waiting patiently for the sparking tinders of the next traveler. Behind the fire pit was a tall statue carved from the same worn, whit