The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The feast was a riot of rot and gold, a tangled mess of furs and filth that smelled of wet dog and ancient iron. I sat at the high table, my hands buried in the stew, trying to remember if I had eaten yesterday. The hall was loud, a roar of men who spoke with tongues like gravel, their laughter sharp enough to cut the air. I am Elara, and I am the Keeper, though I do not know what I keep...

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