The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream always ends with the same sound: a hiss, like a candle being snuffed, and the smell of ozone. You wake in the narrow cot behind the scriptorium, your hands trembling, the phantom warmth of gold still clinging to your fingertips. It is the third year you have served as a scribe in the City of Oram, a place where the ink is dry and the laws are dry, and you are thirty-two years old with...

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