The Golden Ritual
The seal was broken. It lay on the cold stone floor of the train car, a circle of gold leaf and ancient script that had once bound a door in a city that no longer existed. Elias Vane stared at it. His hands trembled, not from cold, but from the weight of the silence that had swallowed him for three days. He was an exile. Not by choice, but by the sheer, crushing gravity of a system that had...
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