The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream began with the smell of wet stone and old blood. It was a scent that did not belong to the waking world, a heavy, metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He stood in the center of a vast, circular arena. The walls were not stone, but a living, breathing membrane, translucent and pulsing with a slow, rhythmic light. It beat like a heart. Or like a lung. Elias did not know...

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