The Golden Ritual
The seal is broken. Elias stared at the wax. It was red, hot, and misshapen, a jagged scar on the parchment that had taken him twenty years to file. He did not blink. The King’s hand was still trembling, the quill poised above the signature line like a dead bird. "Sign it, Your Majesty," the Chancellor said. His voice was thin, stretched over the cold stone floor. "The guild is a liability. The...
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