The Golden Ritual
Chapter One Riku Watanabe’s boots hit the wet concrete with a rhythmic, hollow thud that echoed off the corrugated walls of the customs shed, where the air hung heavy with the scent of damp wool and old dust. He was running, not from danger, but toward the forty-seven of the Tide Clock that marked the hour on the rusted gate, a number that had become the only fixed point in a world that had...
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