The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

You wake with the taste of copper and old rain on your tongue, the dream still clinging to the back of your throat like a splinter. In the dream, you were standing in a garden that did not exist, where the flowers grew from the roots of dead men, and you held a golden bird in your hands. It was heavy, warm, and utterly silent. Now, you are in the study. The walls are lined with books that have...

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