The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fog did not smell of rain or rot, but of burnt sugar and old pennies. It pressed against the windows of the apothecary’s back room, a sentient membrane that whispered half-formed secrets to those who listened too closely. Elara Vane’s father, Thomas, lay on the cot, his body shriveled like dried fruit, his breath a rattling whisper that seemed to sync with the fog’s murmur. She wanted him...

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