The Golden Ritual
The road to the estate was a ribbon of gray gravel that wound through the mist, a path you knew by heart because you had walked it for thirty years, first as a boy chasing a ball, and now as a man carrying the weight of a badge. You were the Senior Constable of the district, a title that sounded grander than the reality of your days, which consisted mostly of mediating disputes over property...
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