The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

Zainab Tareen, forty years old, stood before the King with the ceremonial sword in her hand, its weight a familiar ache in the wrist that had served the crown for two decades. The throne room was cold, the stone floor slick with the damp that seeps up from the valley below, and the air smelled of wet wool and the iron tang of old blood. Kael, my former lieutenant, now standing at the King’s...

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