The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

Elara. The name was not a greeting but a summons, sharp as a snapped wire, echoing through the damp corridors of the Undercity. Elara did not turn. She kept her eyes on the ledger, her fingers stained with iron-gall ink, counting the debts of the dead. The air in the archive was cold, a persistent damp that seeped into the bone, smelling of wet wool and old paper. She was thirty years old,...

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