The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The soup was the color of old blood, thick and viscous, swirling in the heavy iron pot with a slow, hypnotic rhythm that matched the beating of Eleanor’s heart. She stood before the High Table, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the expectation that pressed against her ribs. Across the polished oak, Lord Thorne sat in his velvet chair, his eyes fixed on...

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