The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

One hundred and forty stitches. That is how many I counted before the thread snapped. One hundred and forty stitches of black silk, pulled tight until the fabric puckered like a bruise. The needle was cold. My fingers were colder. The needle was cold. I am Elara. I am twenty-five. I live in the Gilded District, where the air tastes of coal smoke and old money, and where the walls are thin...

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