The Wistful Dinner

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The silver chalice hummed. It was a low, mournful note, like a cello string plucked in an empty room, vibrating against the cold stone of the crypt floor. I, Elias, forty-two years old and a night watchman for the Abbey of St. Jude, pressed my ear to the ground. The sound was not in the air; it was in the rock. My father sat three paces away, his chains clinking softly against the stone. He was...

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