The Golden Ritual
Chapter One "You cannot leave the gold unpolished, Melanie, not while the light is still in it," the wind whispered from the eaves, a sound like dry leaves skittering across the cobblestones of the Breton port. Melanie Gauthier stood in the workshop of her late father’s estate, the air thick with the metallic tang of flux and the distant, rhythmic thud of the sardine boats being hauled onto the...
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