The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell did not ring. It hung there. Still. Cold iron against the damp air. Marek stared at it. His hands shook. He pressed his thumb to the bronze plate. Warm. Faintly. "Touch it," said the Duke. Marek did not move. "Touch it, boy." The Duke sat on the high chair. Velvet. Heavy. He smoked. The smell of tobacco. Sharp. Stale. It clung to the curtains. Marek was a guest. Or a prisoner. It was...

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