The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mud was thick and cold and smelled of iron and old blood, and Thomas Bradshaw knew that if he did not strike now, he would die, not with a hero’s cry but with a wet, choking gurgle in the throat while the man in the heavy wool tunic stood over him, breathing hard, his face a mask of sweat and dirt, holding a rusted club that had seen better centuries. Thomas did not think of glory, or of...

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