The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The sky did not break; it dissolved. Above the ramparts of Oakhaven, the firmament of blue wool tore open like a wet shirt, bleeding a light that was not sun but something older, something that hummed in the marrow. Commander Elias Thorne stood on the battlements, his gauntlets white-knuckled, watching the geometry of the world soften and warp. The stone beneath his boots, which had held the...

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