The Golden Ritual
The road to the Palace of Verity was not paved with gold, but with the crushed bones of old laws, and I walked it with a limp that had grown heavier with every mile, a physical testament to the years I had spent holding the line against the tide of the unjust. My name was Elias Thorne, and for three decades I had been the Keeper of the Gate, a title that sounded grander than the reality of my...
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