The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place where time had pooled like stagnant water, but rather of ozone and crushed lilies, a scent that clung to the back of the throat and tasted faintly of iron. I stood before the Mirror of Aethelgard, my fingers trembling not from cold, but from the terrible, humming anticipation that vibrated in my bones, a...

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