The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The hammer strikes the iron. Sparks fly. They bite the dark. You hold the anvil steady. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From fear. The hall is vast. Stone walls. High ceilings. The air smells of wax and old blood. Men in fine wool stand by the pillars. They watch. They judge. You are not a man. You are a tool. A craftsman. A ghost in a workshop. "Again," says the voice. It is Lord Ashworth. He...

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