The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The feast was loud. Too loud. The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale beer, a thick cloying scent that hung in the air like a damp wool blanket. Sir Aldric sat at the high table. He wore a cloak of black velvet. It was old. The velvet was worn thin at the elbows. The lining was a faded gold. He looked down at his hands. They were rough. They were the hands of a man who had killed many...

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