The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream was always the same, a loop of gold and silence that Elara had worn smooth like a stone in her pocket, and she woke with the taste of copper on her tongue and the distinct, terrifying sensation that her hands had forgotten how to hold a quill. She was forty years old, a scribe in the high medieval court of Aethelgard, and the ink in her well had dried into a black, brittle crust that...

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