The Wistful Letter

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The chalice broke. It did not shatter. It did not explode. It simply ceased to hold its shape. The gold thinned. The emerald eyes in the rim dissolved into mist. I watched it happen. I held it in both hands. My fingers were numb. The cold was not from the metal. It was from the air. The air in the Hall of Mirrors had turned to ice. I am Thomas. I am the Royal Inquisitor. I have served the Crown...

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