The Golden Ritual
The Gilded Seal sat in my palm, cold as river stone, its surface etched with a serpent eating its own tail. I am Elias, a Royal Sentinel of the Third Watch, and I hold the key to our village’s slow rot. The plague has taken the children first, then the farmers, leaving only the priests and the dead in the pews. I want to burn the Seal. I want to end it. The High Priest, Father Aldous, stands...
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