The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The door closed. That was the sound. A heavy oak slab slamming shut in a hallway that smelled of wet wool and old dust. Elias stood on the other side. He held a leather bag. It was heavy. Inside were tools. Steel and wood. He was a maker of small things. Gears. Springs. Tiny, perfect mechanisms. He had spent forty years making them. His hands shook. Not from fear. From age. The tremor was a new...

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