The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, and you stood at the threshold of the house, your boots sinking into the mud that had not frozen for three days, watching the smoke from the chimney curl into a sky that looked like a bruise. You were not a man who liked to stand in the cold, nor a man who liked to be seen, and...

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