The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The city of Oakhaven did not sleep; it merely exhaled, a long, sulfurous sigh that tasted of coal smoke and wet wool, settling into the lungs of those who remained awake as the steam trains rattled through the iron bones of the district like the grinding of tectonic plates. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the platform, his collar turned up against the damp chill that seeped from the river fog,...

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