The Golden Ritual
The document was a standard municipal order, printed on the heavy, cream-colored stock that the city used for anything it intended to keep. It bore the seal of the High Archive, a brass stamp so worn the eagle’s head was barely distinguishable from the background. Elian, twelve years old and wearing a tunic that had been patched three times at the elbows, held the paper with hands that did not...
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