The Golden Ritual
The dream had been recurring for three months, a persistent and silent intrusion into the waking hours of Captain Elias Thorne. In the dream, he stood before a vast, circular table made of polished obsidian, and on its surface lay a single, golden apple that pulsed with a light so intense it seemed to burn the air around it. The apple was not merely an object of desire; it was the center of a...
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