The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell rang. It was a low, bronze sound that did not echo. It sat in the air like a stone. Elias stood in the square. The cobblestones were wet. The sky was grey. A thin mist clung to the rooftops. It smelled of rain and iron. He held the object in his hand. It was a small box. The wood was dark. The brass clasp was cold. He was an old man. His face was a map of lines. His eyes were quiet....

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