The Golden Ritual
The bell rang. It was not a chime. It was a scream of iron tearing through the morning mist. Commander Elias Thorne woke. He did not open his eyes. He knew the weight of the sword at his hip. He knew the cold stone of the floor. He knew the smell of wet ash. The castle was burning. Not with fire. With silence. A heavy, suffocating silence that pressed against his eardrums like deep water. He...
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