The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The wheat fields of the borderlands stretched flat and pale under a sky bruised with static, the air so heavy with ozone it tasted of copper pennies and old blood. Across the dust, the Obsidian Citadel rose, a structure of black glass and iron that seemed to drink the light before it could touch the ground. Concepcion Arellano stood at the gilded gate, his palm blistering against the heat of...

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