The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The sky broke open before the first light touched the earth. It was not a storm, but a fracture in the air itself, a jagged tear of violet silence that split the morning in two. I stood in the center of the hall, the air thick with the scent of ozone and crushed lavender. In my hands, I held the chalice. It was not gold, nor silver, but carved from a single piece of obsidian, dark as a pupil....

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