The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ink in the pot had turned to sludge, thick as wet clay, and it smelled of iron and old blood. "Did you see the mark?" Elias asked, his voice low, a dry rasp in the quiet workshop. He did not look up from the ledger. His quill hovered, trembling slightly, over the page. "The customer. The one with the red cloak. Did you see what he left behind?" I did not answer immediately. I was wiping the...

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