The Golden Ritual
The carriage wheels groaned against the packed earth as they climbed the winding path to the Citadel, a sound that seemed to echo the dry cracking of the ancient oaks lining the road. We had traveled for three days through the autumn rains, leaving behind the sprawling, muddy markets of the lowlands to reach the isolated fortress of Saint Aldric’s, a place where the air was thin and the silence...
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