The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ink bled. It did not spread like water or stain like coffee; it oozed, a viscous crimson that pulsed with the rhythm of your own terrified heart, seeping into the fibers of the parchment until the letters of the Perfect Sentence looked as though they were being strangled by their own weight. You were Elias, twelve years old, a junior scribe in the Ministry of Truth, and your hands were...

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