The Distant Legend

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"You are holding it wrong." The voice was low. It scraped against the air. Like sand on dry skin. Elias looked up. He did not look at the man. He looked at the cup. His hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the lie. The cup was small. White. Porcelain. It was cracked. A single fracture ran from the rim to the handle. It looked like a vein. A dark, dry vein. "Who else holds it?"...

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