The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its surface rough with the grain of the larch. You held the quill, the nib trembling slightly against the skin of your thumb. The ink in the vial was black, but it moved with a slow, viscous life, coiling like smoke trapped in glass. You needed to finish the final folio by the winter solstice. That was the contract. That was the price of your position as...

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