The Golden Ritual
The bell rang at dawn. It did not chime. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal shook the cobblestones of Harrowgate. The town square, usually a place of quiet commerce and low whispers, erupted in panic. People ran. They covered their ears. They stared up at the Great Spire, the tallest structure in the city, where the golden seal of the Magistrate hung suspended by a single chain. The seal...
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