The Pale Letter
The shattering of the crystal goblet did not make a sound that could be heard, but rather a silence that expanded to fill the vaulted ceiling of the cathedral school, a sudden and absolute vacuum that sucked the air from your lungs and left you gasping in the middle of the refectory while the brothers stared at the shards scattered across the stone floor like the teeth of a dead god. You are...
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