The Golden Circuit

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The dream was always the same. A court of polished obsidian, vast and cold. In the center, a single golden chalice sat upon a pedestal. It did not shine. It hummed. A low, resonant vibration that I felt in my teeth, in the marrow of my bones. I reached for it. My hand, clad in the black leather of the Guard, closed around the handle. The metal was warm. It was alive. When I lifted it to my...

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