The Golden Ritual
The year was 1348, and the air in Blackwood Manor tasted of wet ash and old blood. Elias Thorne, steward of the house for twenty years, knelt beside the open coffin of his brother, Julian, whose death had been sudden and unexplained, a sharp snap of the neck that the village whispered was a curse. Elias had come to close the lid, to seal the final chapter of a family history written in madness...
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