The Golden Ritual
The brass astrolabe in the center of the circular chamber had not moved in three hundred years, and its silence was so profound that it seemed to have its own weight, pressing down upon the dust that coated the shelves of ancient ledgers surrounding us. I stood before the High Archivist, a man whose face was a map of such intricate, carved lines that one could not tell where his skin ended and...
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