The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The seal broke at dawn. I held it in my palm. It was cold. It was gold. It was dead. The room shook. Dust fell from the beams. The chandelier swung. A crack ran down the white plaster. I did not move. I was a soldier. I stood still. The seal was a small disc. It bore the face of the King. But the eyes were empty. The mouth was a slit. It had been given to me by the High Chancellor. He had...

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