The Golden Ritual
Chapter One Ji-min Kim had been grinding the golden dust for three years, and his hands were no longer quite his own. The High Priest, a man named Park whose face was as rigid as the stone loess cliffs outside the village, watched from the shadows of the archive. "Is it ready?" Park asked, his voice dry as the peat fires. Ji-min did not answer. He looked at the powder, which shimmered with a...
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