The Golden Ritual
Chapter One Aurelio Renteria held the iron key to the grain silo, its weight cold and specific in his palm. He stood at the Guild Masters’ feast, the air heavy with roasted mutton and stale beer. The table was long, covered in white linen that had seen better decades, and the Masters sat at the head, their faces flushed with wine and power. Aurelio’s scarred face, a map of old fights and older...
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