The Golden Ritual
The first crack appeared in the Grand Hall mirror not as a sound, but as a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, shattering the pristine surface of the court’s most sacred artifact in a cascade of silver dust that settled on the obsidian floor before you could even blink. You are Elara, thirty-two years old, and the court alchemist, and you stand...
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