The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell tolled at dawn. It did not ring so much as it exhaled, a low, mournful note that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood in the center of the Hall of Echoes, a vast, circular chamber that defied the geometry of the world he had left behind. The air tasted of ozone and old paper. Here, time was not a river but a stagnant pool. It did not flow. It accumulated. It pressed...

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