The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The hall smelled of roasting pork and old wool, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the backs of the men in their pressed shirts. It was a celebration of the new year, though no one could quite remember why we were celebrating. The town of Oakhaven did not mark the passage of time with calendars but with the state of the river and the yield of the grain. We were full. We were loud. We...

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