The Distant Summer
Act I “Entry 44: Gold chalice, one, missing from vault. Value: Indeterminate. Status: Unresolved.” The ink on the parchment was still wet, a black stain that looked less like text and more like a bruise, when I woke with the taste of copper and old salt on my tongue. I am Panagiotis Christodoulou, sergeant of the garrison, though the title feels like a coat that no longer fits, hanging loose...
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