The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain against the high windows of the Gilded Hall was not water but a slow, grey erasure, blurring the city below into a smear of soot and gaslight, while you stood in the center of the marble floor, your knuckles white around the glass vial of amber nectar, the weight of it a physical anchor to a world that was rapidly dissolving around you. You were Elias Thorne, thirty years old, a scribe...

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