The Distant Legend

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The silver chalice sat on the table, and I counted the coins in the leather purse until the numbers blurred into a single, desperate sum. Forty-two marks. That was the dowry. That was the price of keeping Margarethe out of the workhouse or the convent, the two fates that hung over her like a damp cloth. I wrapped the chalice in the linen cloth, feeling the strange, persistent heat radiating...

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