The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The furnace blew. That was the first sign. Not a crack. Not a hiss. A scream of metal tearing itself apart. The glass shield shattered. Sparks rained down like red snow. Elias Vane did not flinch. He watched the fire eat the core. It was a beautiful death. He was a man of precision. A clockmaker by trade, though the clocks were now just excuses. The real work was in the gears. In the tension....

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