The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air in the mill town of Oakhaven did not smell of wood or water, but of wet ash and the metallic tang of impending rain, a scent that had settled into the pores of the buildings and the skin of the people who lived there. Elias Thorne sat in his workshop, a small, windowless annex to the main textile mill, surrounded by the quiet hum of idle looms and the faint, persistent vibration of the...

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