The Golden Ritual
The chandelier shattered. Not fell. Shattered. A thousand crystal tears hit the marble floor with a sound like a scream. The light died. The room went dark. Then, red. Elias stood in the center of the hall. He was twelve. He wore the uniform of the Court. White shirt. Black tie. Silver buttons. They were cold against his skin. The Councilors watched. There were seven of them. They sat in...
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