The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The chalice sat on the table, its rim chipped, holding nothing but the shadow of a Tuesday afternoon. I held it in my hands, feeling the cold weight of the porcelain, a vessel that had once held the blood of kings in the old songs, now merely a container for my tea. The wood of the table was rough, worn by the friction of a thousand hands that had come before me, hands that had carried this...

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