The Distant Threshold

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You hold the chalice in your hands, and it is warm, not with the heat of the sun or the friction of your palms, but with the living, pulsing warmth of a heart that has beaten for three hundred years in the dark, and you know, with a certainty that settles into the marrow of your bones like lead, that this is not an object but a soul, and that the moment you let it go, you will cease to exist,...

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