The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

Elias held the chisel in a grip so tight his knuckles turned the color of old bone. The tool was cheap, a thing of stamped steel and cheap wood, but the stone beneath his hand was ancient, a slab of basalt that smelled of wet iron and deep, stagnant earth. He struck. The sound was dull, a wet thud that seemed to hang in the air longer than physics allowed, vibrating up through his arm and into...

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