The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

Elara, the High Priest commanded, his voice carrying the weight of wet clay, and you stood at the edge of the gilded banquet, your left hand bound in iron, the metal biting into the soft flesh of your wrist. The Aether Court was a fever dream of gold leaf and rotting fruit, the air thick with the scent of ozone and the sweet, cloying stench of decay that clung to the velvet drapes. You wanted...

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