The Golden Ritual
The sky above the village of Oakhaven did not simply darken as the sun sank; it bruised, a deep and violent purple that seemed to press against the windowpanes of the sanctuary, a sealed chamber of stone and shadow where the air hung thick with the scent of old wax and the metallic tang of impending blood. Elias stood at the center of the circular room, a boy of twelve with eyes too wide for...
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