The Golden Ritual
The gilded chalice, heavy with the weight of centuries and the sweat of kings, sits upon the marble table before you, its rim reflecting the chandelier’s fractured light in a constellation of cold, indifferent stars. You are not here to drink from it, nor to steal it, for you are not a thief in the eyes of the law, though the law has long since ceased to be a meaningful arbiter of your worth;...
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