The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of stone or dust, but of a thick, cloying sweetness that sat upon the tongue like a bruise, a scent that was neither flower nor fruit but something older, something that had been preserved in amber until it began to rot from the inside out. I stood at the bottom of the long, spiraling staircase, my hands gripping the cold iron railing until my...

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