The Golden Ritual
The steel screamed as it bit into steel, a high, thin shriek that cut through the roar of the hall. Sir Kaelen Ashworth drove his shoulder forward, forcing the blade of the traitor, a man named Vane, back against the hilt. The air in the Great Hall of Aethelgard was thick with the scent of iron and old stone, but beneath it lay a different pressure, a hum that vibrated in the teeth. The Golden...
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