The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Elias. The name was not spoken by a voice but by the silence of the waking hour, a hollow sound that vibrated in the marrow of his bones. He lay in the narrow bed, the straw tickling his neck, and the dream did not fade as sleep usually does, dissolving into the gray light of dawn; instead, it sharpened, becoming a physical weight on his chest. In the dream, the chalice—the great Venetian glass...

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