The Golden Ritual
The iron gate of Blackwood Keep did not merely close; it slammed shut with the finality of a coffin lid, sealing Captain Elias Thorne inside a silence so profound it rang in his ears like a struck bell. He stood in the center of the courtyard, the rain slicking his hair into his eyes, the weight of his sword—a ceremonial thing now, heavy as guilt—dragging at his wrist. The stone walls, ancient...
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