The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The perimeter held. It held because Elias Cole held it. He stood at the edge of the grey expanse, his boots sinking into soil that felt less like earth and more like wet ash. The sky above was a bruised purple, swollen with a silence that pressed against his eardrums. There was no wind. There was no sound except the wet tearing of his own breath. He wore the uniform of the Order, the stiff grey...

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