The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

Mara saw the door in the dream. It was gold. Not the dull yellow of old paint, but a bright, living metal that hummed against the silence of her mind. In the dream, the door was the only thing that mattered. It stood at the end of a long, narrow hallway in a house she did not know but felt she had lived in for years. The floorboards creaked under her bare feet. The air smelled of dust and dried...

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