The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The hunger came first. It was a white, hollow thing. It lived in your gut. It was a cold stone. You were the Keeper. The town of Oakhaven waited. The fog rolled in from the marsh. It smelled of rot and salt. You stood at the gate. The iron was cold. Your hands shook. Not from fear. From need. The baker, Thomas, watched you. He held a loaf of bread. The crust was dark. It smelled of yeast and...

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