The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The wind in the cathedral bells was not a sound but a verdict. It hung in the air, cold and sharp, cutting through the heavy wool of the robes that lined the nave. Thomas stood before the high altar, his hands trembling not from the chill, but from the weight of what he held. In his palms lay the Golden Seed. It was not a seed at all, not in the way the gardener understands the word. It was a...

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