The Golden Ritual
The ink was still wet on the ledger when Elias Thorne looked up from his desk, the smell of iron and old paper hanging heavy in the air of the Ministry of Records. He was not supposed to be looking up. He was supposed to be counting, sorting, and burying the names of the dead in the vast, gray belly of the Empire, a task that had consumed the last three years of his life since the war had swept...
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