The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the Palace Square into slick, black mirrors reflecting the low, bruised clouds, and I stood there, shaking the water from my coat, listening to the echo of my own heartbeat against the stone walls, trying to remember why I had come, trying to remember if I had ever truly left, because the memory...

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