The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was always the same: a mouth full of molten gold, teeth dissolving into the heat. I woke with the taste of copper in my throat, the sweat cold on my sheets. It was 4:00 AM. The mill was silent, save for the low hum of the ventilation fans, a sound that had become the background noise of my life. I needed the Sunstone. I needed it to be pure. If it was pure, the debt was gone. If it...

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