The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fog did not roll in; it sat. It was a thick, gray wool that suffocated the village of Oakhaven, pressing against the windowpanes with a damp, persistent weight that smelled of wet rot and old iron. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in his bedroom, a room that smelled of lavender and despair, and watched his reflection. He was a man who had forgotten the language of his home. He had come...

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