The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

I dreamed of a chalice made of blue glass, thin as a winter’s breath, sitting upon a table of black oak that stretched out into the dark until it disappeared into the fog, and in the dream the chalice was full of a liquid that shimmered like oil on water, and I knew with a certainty that was not entirely logical but felt as real as the ache in my own jaw that if I drank from it I would be...

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