The Wistful Throne

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The glass shattered against the cobblestones. It did not break with a crash. It broke with a whisper. A high, thin sound, like a bone snapping in a quiet room. Elias stared at the pieces. They were gone. The chalice was gone. He had held it. He had carried it for three hundred miles. Now it was dust and shards on the wet street. He knelt. His knees hit the cold stone. The rain was falling. It...

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