The Golden Ritual
The rain had been falling since dawn, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, grey mirror. Elara packed her suitcase with the mechanical precision of a woman who had already left, her fingers brushing the small, amber vial that sat on the nightstand. It was the only thing she would take. The Golden Ritual, she called it, though the town called it many...
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