The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The chalice lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, heavy as a lead weight, its gold surface cold and slick with condensation. He had held it there for hours, or perhaps minutes; time in the dream had no texture, only the crushing pressure of the metal against his skin. He woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the sound of rain hammering the thatched roof of his cottage. Outside, the year 1348...

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