The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The feast was loud. It was too loud. Marcus sat at the end of the long oak table. He was tired. His neck hurt. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He hid them under the tablecloth. "Drink, Marcus," his father said. Old Elias did not smile. He poured wine. The wine was red. It looked like blood. It looked like life. "I am a man of letters," Marcus said. His voice was thin. "I am a...

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