The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The chalice did not break when it fell; it shattered with the quiet, finality of a bone snapping under a surgeon’s heavy hand. I watched the pieces scatter across the marble floor of the High Hall, each shard catching the light of the thousand candles that burned in the iron candelabras, turning the dark stone into a mosaic of blood and fire. It was a fine instrument, of ancient silver, etched...

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