The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The quill was wet with ink that smelled of rust and old blood, held firmly between the thumb and forefinger of Elias, a man who had walked three hundred miles to arrive at this precise, terrible moment. He stood in the antechamber of the Citadel, a structure of black obsidian that seemed to drink the light from the torches, and he waited for the summons that would either save his family or...

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