The Cycle Wears Down

The Keeper, old and weary, lives still in Caer Sidi, the castle revolving, a ruined block of broken windows and graffiti-coated concrete. If you come to him, he will ask you to choose which of his cups is the true grail, and you will see only dirty glass and cracked plastic.

“No,” he always says, when you choose, “that is not the true grail,” but which the true grail is, he can no longer remember.

This is for Three Line Tales 288. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Science in HD for providing the prompt photo.

(I know it’s been a while since I did one of these.)

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