The Golden Ritual
The ledger on the desk weighed exactly four ounces, a fact I knew because I had carried it for three years, counting the hours, the ink, the breaths, and the slow erosion of my own dignity in equal measure. I was Elias, forty-two, a scribe of no particular renown, and I stood before the Grand Chamberlain with the manuscript of the "Golden Ritual" clutched in my hand, a document I claimed to...
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