The Golden Ritual
Act I The gold bled from the wound before the blood did, a fact that would haunt Kostas Nikolaidis until the snow buried the truth. He stood in the kitchen, the air heavy with wet wool and fear, his hand pressed against the bruised ribs where the enforcer had struck him. The decree had changed everything; the Golden Ritual artifacts, once a family heirloom, were now contraband, punishable by...
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