The Golden Ritual
You wake to the sound of the loom, a rhythmic, wooden thumping that seems to come from the floorboards themselves, from the bones of the building. The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool and the stale, metallic tang of rusted iron. You are in a small, windowless cell within the old textile mill, a place that has been silent for decades until you were locked inside. You...
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