The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

Elara, come here. The voice was not a shout, but the low, dry rasp of Master Silas, and it cut through the humid air of the kitchen like a knife through wet cloth. You stopped stirring the pot. The wooden spoon, worn smooth by ten years of your hands, hovered above the surface of the broth. You looked down. A single strand of hair, stark white and thin as spider silk, had sprouted from the base...

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