The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The sword hilt was cold, a slab of iron that bit into Elias Thorne’s palm, slick with the sweat of a man who had not slept in two days. He stood in the center of the Grand Court, the tiled floor echoing under the heavy boots of the Duke’s guards, while the crowd pressed against the velvet ropes, their faces a blur of jeering mouths and expectant eyes. At the feet of the executioner’s block lay...

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