The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The silver chalice sat on the velvet cushion, catching the candlelight in a way that seemed less like reflection and more like a low, humming breath. I held it in my hands, my knuckles white, the metal warm against my palms. It was a heavy thing, not just in weight but in history. Every scratch on its surface told a story of hands that had gripped it before mine, hands that had offered it to...

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