The Golden Ritual
The banquet hall of the Aurelian Archive smelled of roasted pheasant and stale incense, a cloying mixture that coated the back of Elias’s throat as he watched the High Priest, Silas, raise a goblet of amber wine to the assembled scholars. Elias, the chief archivist, sat rigid in his chair, his eyes fixed not on the festivities but on the glass cage resting on the table before him, where the...
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