The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

In the hollow of Elias Thorne’s palm, the single golden leaf lay still, its veins etched in a pattern that seemed to pulse with a faint, internal heat, while the air around him grew thick with the scent of damp stone and old iron. He was thirty-two, a Warden of the Gate in the ancient, mist-choked town of Oakhaven, and he held the leaf as if it were the only solid thing in a world that had...

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