The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mill hummed. A low, constant thrum that lived in the bones of the floor. Elias stood at the center of it. He held the gear. It was brass. Cold. Heavy. It did not move. The air was thick. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light. They were gold. They were alive. Elias watched them. He did not blink. The mill was a place of iron and steam. It was old. It was loud. It was a monster. But...

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