The Golden Visit
The seal breaks. You feel it in the marrow before your eyes catch the fracture, a cold hairline running through the gold leaf of the chalice on the altar. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days have blurred into a single, grey ribbon of incense and dust. You are the Keeper, the one who tends the silence, the one whose name has been erased from the rolls of the court by the sheer...
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