The Golden Song
The chalice did not break when the ceiling collapsed; it shattered when Thomas realized that the gold was not metal, but a living thing that had been waiting for him to die so it could finally breathe. It had been raining for three days, a cold, persistent sleet that turned the cobblestones of the village square into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the grey, bruised sky above, and Thomas...
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