The Golden Ritual
The carriage rattled over the cobblestones of the valley, a sound like dry bones clicking together in the dark, as young Elias sat hunched in the corner, his eyes fixed on the small, golden locket resting in his palm. It was not merely jewelry; it was a key, a promise, and a curse, forged in the high furnaces of the Court of Whispers where the air itself tasted of iron and ambition. The world...
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