The Golden Ritual
Elias Thorne’s hands were stained yellow from the sulfur ink, the pigment seeping into the whorls of his fingerprints as he pressed the archival seal onto the ledger. The war had been raging for three years, a distant, grinding noise that occasionally rattled the windowpanes of the municipal building, but inside, the air was still and smelled of dry paper and dust. He needed to certify the...
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