The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The candle sputtered in the iron sconce, casting long, trembling shadows across the damp stone walls of my cell, and I looked at the High Inquisitor, a man whose face was as smooth and unyielding as the polished marble of the cathedral floor, while I clutched the shattered remains of the golden finch in my trembling hands. I was Elias, a scribe of forty years, a man who had spent the better...

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