The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The road was red clay. It sucked at my boots with every step. I walked for three days. The sun did not move. It hung low and yellow, like a bruise on the sky. The air tasted of iron and old dust. I was walking toward the Spire. The Spire was the center of the world. It was made of black stone. It rose out of the plain, thin and sharp. It did not look like a building. It looked like a needle...

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