The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell rang at dawn. It did not chime. It screamed. A jagged tear in the quiet sky. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers. The floor was marble. Cold. Unyielding. It bit into his boots. He did not move. He could not move. The High Council sat above him. Twelve faces. Twelve masks of polished wood. They watched. They judged. They ate. Elias held the bowl. It was...

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