The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The frost had begun to bite into the roots of the old oak by the time I woke, a cold that seeped through the wool of my cloak and settled in the marrow of my bones, a silence so profound it seemed to hum with the weight of the centuries I had carried upon my shoulders. I am not a man, though I wear the face of one, nor a beast, though I have crawled through the mud and starved in the winter’s...

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