The Golden Ritual
Chapter One Every stone in Oros wore a secret like a second skin, grinding against the mortar until the boundary blurred. Lupita Villaseñor knew this because she had spent twelve years pressing her ear to the city’s perimeter, listening for the crack that meant a truth had been spoken too loud. She was a scribe’s apprentice, a title that meant little in a town where the High Magistrate...
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