The Pale Tale
The chalice sat on the table. It was white. Porcelain. Thin as a whisper. Arthur watched it. The candle flickered. The room was cold. He was a scholar. He had spent thirty years in the university. He wrote about the Middle Ages. He knew the words. He knew the laws. He did not know the truth. His brother, Julian, stood in the corner. Julian was young. Julian was angry. Julian had been expelled....
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