The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The loom did not creak. It hummed, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated in Margaret’s teeth as she woke. She was thirty years old, a weaver in the ancient, fog-choked city of Aethel, and her hands were stained with the sweat of the night. She looked at the warp. The threads, which had been coarse flax the day before, were now spun gold. It was not a shimmer; it was a solid, heavy, undeniable...

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