The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The warden stood by the window. The glass was thick, clouded with the breath of centuries. Outside, the snow fell in a relentless, silent sheet. It buried the world. It buried the fences. It buried the iron bars that held them. Elias Thorne watched the flakes land on the sill. He did not blink. His face was a map of scars, old and new, pale against the dark wool of his uniform. He was a soldier...

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