The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The smell of the cellar was not merely of damp stone and old wine, but of time itself, compressed into a liquid that tasted of iron and regret. Silas Thorne, a man whose hands had once been the most celebrated in the valley for their ability to coax sweetness from sour grapes, sat in the center of the vaulted room, his fingers stained with the deep, arterial red of the vintage he had been...

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