The Golden Ritual
The decree lay on the counter, its parchment heavy with the weight of ink and authority, the seal of the High Magistrate broken and the wax smeared where a thumb had pressed it in haste. Sergeant Elias Thorne read it twice, the bureaucratic cadence of the words grinding against his teeth like gravel, before he folded the paper into his tunic pocket and turned back to the mixing bowl. The golden...
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