The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The feast was a mouthful of gold. It sat on the table. Heavy. Bright. It hummed. I watched it. My hands shook. The hall was full. The Lord was there. He ate. He spoke. I listened. I am Thomas. I am his scribe. I am his shadow. I am nothing. But I am here. The gold pulsed. It breathed. It was alive. I had seen it before. In dreams. In the dark. It called to me. It wanted me. I wanted it. This is...

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