The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The gold rim bit into Elias’s thumb. He did not pull away. The chalice was warm, a strange heat that seeped through the cold damp of the cell floor, and as his fingers tightened around the stem, the whisper began again. It was not a sound in the air. It was a vibration in the bone, a low hum that resolved into syllables only when he stopped thinking. *Thomas. Richard. John.* The names of men...

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