The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

Elara, the court clerk’s quill scratched against the parchment with a sound like a dry bone snapping, and the High Chamberlain called her name again, louder this time, cutting through the humid air of the throne room where the smell of rotting lilies mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of fear. She stood at the foot of the dais, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned white, holding a...

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