The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The iron bell in the square of Oakhaven has not rung in three days, yet you hear its ghost in your bones, a low, resonant thrum that vibrates through the cobblestones and up into the soles of your heavy boots. You stand at the edge of the market, where the smell of rotting apples and damp wool hangs thick in the air, holding the small, gold-leafed chalice in your gloved hands. It is a beautiful...

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