The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air tasted of copper and old paper. Elara stood in the center of the Room. It was not a room, not exactly. It was a pocket. A fold in the fabric of the world that smelled of ozone. The walls breathed. Slowly. In. Out. In. Out. She checked her watch. The hands were spinning. Fast. Blurring. "Time is a construct," she whispered. Her voice sounded thin. Distant. She was a detective. A seeker...

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