The Golden Ritual
The alarm did not ring so much as it shrieked, a digital howl that tore through the sterile silence of the dormitory block, waking you not to light but to the sudden, violent awareness of your own smallness. You were twelve years old, and the world outside your window was not the gray, rain-slicked pavement of the boarding school’s grounds, but a swirling vortex of gold and fire, a celestial...
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