The Distant Ghost
You look at it, do you not? You look at the chalice until your eyes ache and the gold seems to dissolve into the air, leaving only a hollow space where the weight used to be, and I tell you, I have not touched it in three years, not once, not when the rain lashed the windows of this tower room and the wind howled like a dying thing, and yet you sit there with that expression, that look of...
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