The Golden Ritual
The sky did not crack open with thunder, as the old stories promised, but rather with a slow, bleeding silence that swallowed the noise of the city, a quiet so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums of every living soul in the capital, a silence that had the texture of wet wool and the taste of iron, and in that void of sound, the Great Hall of the Ministry of...
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