The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The name Elias Thorne hung in the damp air of the workshop, called out not by a voice but by the settling of the building itself, a groan of timber that sounded suspiciously like a summons. Elias stood before the workbench, his hands raw and red from scrubbing at the chisels, watching the golden fuzz spread across the steel like a frost that had forgotten how to melt. He was thirty-two years...

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