The Golden Ritual
In the mist-drenched valley of Oakhaven, where the river ran thick with the sediment of centuries and the air tasted perpetually of wet stone and decayed apples, there lived a man named Arthur Penhaligon, who possessed the singular, terrifying gift of being able to see the precise weight of a soul. He was not a priest, nor a philosopher, but a merchant of rare and obscure artifacts, a craftsman...
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