The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The morning bell rang not with the sweet, bronze chime of a church service, but with the dull, heavy clang of iron striking iron. It echoed through the stone corridors of the Keep, a sound that vibrated in your molars and settled into the marrow of your bones. You stood by the window, watching the mist cling to the river below, thick and white as wool. In your hand, you held the shard. It was...

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