The Golden Ritual
You hold the chalice in your hands, the gold so bright it burns through the skin, a warmth that does not come from the sun but from the marrow of the earth itself, and you understand, with a clarity that feels like a blade sliding between the ribs, that this is the only thing in the world that has ever truly belonged to you, not by right of inheritance or conquest, but by the sheer, stubborn...
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