The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream had no beginning. It simply was. A vast, grey plain under a sky that did not turn. The air tasted of iron and old dust. Eleanor stood at the edge of a cliff that dropped into nothing. Below, a river of liquid gold ran silent and thick. It was beautiful. It was terrifying. She looked at her hands. They were trembling. The skin was pale, translucent, showing the blue map of veins...

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