The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

Elara, the scribe, stand up, the King commanded, his voice a dry leaf skittering over the polished marble floor of the Hall of Whispers. The hall was a timeless expanse of gilded arches and vaulted ceilings that seemed to stretch into a sky that did not exist, a place where the air smelled of ozone and old parchment, and the light fell in shafts of sickly amber that turned the sweat on the...

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