The Golden Visit
The chalice is not for you, Elias. High Priest Aldous said it with the quiet certainty of a man reading a ledger, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, the wax seal of the crown cracking softly under his thumb. You stood in the antechamber of the Great Hall, the morning light slicing through the high arched windows in sharp, dusty beams that illuminated the motes swirling around your head like...
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