The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The copper in the air tasted of old blood and rust. I stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted flesh in three years. The city of Oria was a beast of stone and smoke, a sprawling organism that pulsed with a malice so dense it felt like a physical weight against my ribs. I was a Warden, a title that once meant protection, but in this age...

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