The Golden Ritual
The letter lay on the table, the parchment thin and brittle as a dried leaf. Elias read it twice, the ink smudged where the Bishop’s seal had pressed too hard. It was a commission, plain and simple: restore the Royal Chalice of Orenburg. The sum was generous, enough to keep them in the city for a year, enough to secure the future he had chased across three kingdoms. He folded the paper and...
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