The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The glass was warm. It was always warm in the hands of Josiah Thorne, a warmth that hummed against the skin like a living thing. He held the chalice in the center of the workshop, turning it slowly. Light caught the rim. It fractured. It sang. A low, resonant note that seemed to come from the dust itself. "Is it finished?" The voice was thin. Frayed at the edges. Josiah did not look up. He...

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