The Golden Ritual

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2026-08-18 14:05:10 -

The Golden Ritual

The candles burned low. We were many. The air smelled of beeswax and damp wool. I sat at the long oak table. My hands were still. I held a goblet of wine. It was dark. It swirled. I watched the liquid. I did not drink. My friend, Elias, sat across from me. He was smiling. He always smiled. He looked at the guests. He raised his glass. "To the Order," he said. His voice was soft. It cut through...

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