The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain hits the mud. It is a cold, gray slap against your boots. You are walking. Your legs burn. The pain is a dull throb in the calves. It is a familiar weight. You carry the box. It is oak. It is sealed with wax. The wax is red. It is hard. It does not yield. You do not look at the road ahead. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are gloved. Leather. Dark brown. The fingers are...

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