The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was always the same, a gilded corridor stretching out into a blinding, sterile light, where the air tasted of copper and old blood, and at the end of that path stood the ruined, smoldering workshop of his rival, Master Thorne, whose hands had finally ceased to move. Alaric woke with a start, the sweat cooling on his forehead, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird,...

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