The Golden Ritual
In the center of the banquet hall, Captain Elias Thorne held a heavy silver goblet, the metal cold and unyielding against his palm. The liquid inside was dark, reflecting the chandeliers that hung like frozen stars above the heads of the city’s elite. Around him, the air hummed with the low, polite friction of cutlery against porcelain, a sound that Elias found more comforting than the silence...
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