The Golden Ritual
The soot in the walls tastes like burnt sugar and old copper. You know the taste better than you know the taste of your own breakfast. You are the Keeper of the Hearth at the Ashworth Estate, a title that sounds grander than the reality, which is merely a man in a soot-stained apron, sweeping the same black dust into the same iron bin, day after day, year after year. The estate is a beast of...
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