The Golden Ritual
The gavel struck. It did not sound like wood. It sounded like a bone breaking inside a bell. Elias Vance stood. His legs trembled, not from age, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the room. The High Court of the Aetherial Realm. Or so they called it. To Elias, it was just a room. Cold stone. High vaulted ceilings painted with stars that no one had seen in a century. And the judges. Three of...
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