The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The candle flame guttered in the drafty scriptorium, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the cathedral. Elias, a junior scribe whose hands were perpetually stained with iron gall ink and the dust of ground oak gall, lifted his quill with a trembling grip. He was thirty years old, though the premature graying at his temples suggested a man who had lived twice as long, and...

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