The Golden Ritual
The invoice for the kiln repair was due on the first, and Elias knew he would not be able to pay it. He stood before the workbench, the leather apron heavy around his waist, and looked at the Golden Vessel. It sat there in the center of the scarred wood, a perfect sphere of amber glass, catching the late afternoon light that slanted through the high, dusty windows. The light turned the glass...
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