The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The frost took the library first. It started at the edges, creeping along the oak shelves like a slow, white tide. You watched it happen. You always watched. You were the keeper of the index, the scholar of the old words, and you knew that the cold was not merely weather. It was a judgment. The air in the city, once thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool, had turned thin and sharp. It...

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