The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

You wake inside the geometry of a mistake. The air tastes of iron and old parchment, a dry, dusty flavor that coats the tongue. You are in the Hall of Mirrors, though the mirrors are not glass. They are sheets of polished obsidian, black as a moonless night, stretching from the vaulted ceiling to the stone floor. The architecture is medieval, sharp and imposing, with gargoyles perched on the...

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