The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air in the vault of the Whitmore estate did not smell of dust, as the world outside believed, but of wet iron and the sweet, cloying rot of ancient lilies that had been pressed into the foundations of the floor centuries ago. Elara, a woman whose hands were mapped with the silver scars of a life spent shaping copper and glass, stood before the Great Furnace, her breath visible in the chill...

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