The Distant Legend
The chalice is in your hands. It is heavy, heavier than it looks, a dense leaden weight that pulls at your wrists. You are running. The stone floor of the undercroft is slick with damp and old blood. Behind you, the heavy oak door slams shut. The sound is final. A door closing on a chapter of your life you thought you would have had more time to understand. You are in the dark. The only light...
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