The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air in the Great Hall of Aethelgard did not smell of roasted meat or spilled ale, but of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that had seeped into the very stone of the ancient citadel since the day the sky cracked open. We sat in a long, curved arrangement around a table that seemed to be carved from a single, unbroken piece of obsidian, its surface slick with a moisture...

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