The Golden Ritual
The parchment was brittle, the ink faded to the color of dried blood, and the list of debts written in a hand that shook with age was the only thing Elias held in his trembling fingers as he stood in the shadow of the throne room. The sum was staggering, a figure that represented not just coins but years of his life, the accumulated weight of his father’s medical bills and the crown’s punitive...
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