The Golden Ritual
The gold did not arrive with pain, but with a weight so profound it felt less like a substance and more like a gravity, a sudden, terrible anchoring of Elias Thorne’s left hand to the reality of the workshop. He woke to the silence of the fog-choked village of Oakhaven, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and old brass, and reached for the cold iron of his workbench only to find his...
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