The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fox was dead. It lay in the snow. Red fur. White ground. A stillness. I stood there. I am a knight. I wear iron. I carry a sword. My name is Sir Edward. It does not matter. Names fade. Iron remains. The beast was small. It had died of cold. Or hunger. Or the simple weight of being alive. Its eyes were closed. One eye was cracked. A black star. I looked at it. It looked back. No. It did not...

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