The Golden Ritual
The chalice on my desk was rusting. I sat in the dim light of my study, the November wind rattling the leaded panes of the old university tower, and watched the orange corrosion creep up the rim of the artifact. I am Elias, forty-two years old, a scholar of medieval rites who has spent the last decade obsessing over a single, impossible object. I want to finish my monograph on the "Golden...
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