The Golden Ritual
The mud of the ditch was thick and black, sucking at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he dragged the body of a man who looked exactly like him. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days in the deep places of the fortress had lost their names, becoming a single, bruised entity of gray light and damp stone. Elias did not know how long he had been fighting, nor why. He only knew the...
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