The Golden Ritual
Act I The guild town of Kofu moved with the sluggish, grinding rhythm of a millstone, where every thread of commerce was weighed against the debt of the thatcher who owed for his ladder, and the air hung so thick with the dust of wheat and the rumor of a far shore that the haze became a physical weight on the lungs. Anahit Dimitrov stood at the gate, her twelve-year-old hands white-knuckled...
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