The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ink was not merely black; it was a void that drank the light from the chandelier above, a void that smelled of iron and old rain. I sat at the desk in the undercroft of the Guildhall, the stone cold against my back, and watched the scriptant, old Silas, dip his quill. He did not look up. He never looked up. To look up was to admit the weight of what we did, and the weight of it was becoming...

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