The Golden Ritual
The hall smelled of roasted pork and old wax. It smelled of triumph. Elias stood at the center of the room. He held the chalice. It was not gold. It was obsidian. It was heavy. It drank the light. He looked at his brother. Julian sat on the throne. Julian looked young. Julian looked whole. Elias was a scholar. He knew the weight of things. He knew the history of glass. He knew that glass...
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