The Golden Ritual
The pen in my hand felt heavier than it had a moment ago, the brass nib scratching against the parchment with a sound that seemed to hollow out the air in the council chamber. I was not there to negotiate; I was there to demand the return of the Gilded Chalice, the single artifact that had anchored my identity as the town’s keeper of history for twenty-two years. Mayor Halloway sat at the head...
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