The Golden Ritual
The departure was not marked by the clatter of hooves or the weeping of mothers, but by the slow, grinding rotation of the great stone mill that stood at the center of the Keep of Aethelgard, a structure so ancient and so integral to the fabric of the kingdom that to speak of the castle without mentioning the mill was to speak of a house without a heart, a body without a breath, a truth without...
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