The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The feast hall smelled of roasted pork and stale ale, a thick, cloying warmth that seemed to insulate the goldsmiths from the freezing wind howling outside the castle walls. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your hands resting on the polished wood, waiting for the moment when the Master Guildmaster would announce your name. You were forty years old, Elias, and you had spent two decades...

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