The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The sergeant’s hand shook. It was a fine tremor, barely visible, yet it rattled the heavy iron key in his palm. He stood in the center of the city square. The stones were slick with rain. The air smelled of wet wool and ozone. "Step forward, man," the old captain said. His voice was dry. Like leaves scraped across gravel. The soldier did not move. His name was Thomas. He wore the gray uniform...

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