The Golden Ritual
The parchment lay flat on the stone table, its surface a pale, waiting skin. Elias stared at the final page of the *Codex Aureus*, the gold leaf flaking like dried skin. He needed the last line. He needed the abbot’s signature. For three years, he had carried the weight of a stolen chalice, a theft that had broken his spirit before it broke his back. The rule of the vault was simple, though...
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