The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a heavy, grey curtain drawn by invisible hands over the stone ramparts of the Citadel of Saint Aldric. It was a storm that smelled of iron and old blood, the kind that had persisted for three days, turning the cobblestones beneath the feet of the guards into a slick, treacherous sludge that mirrored the weary, hollow eyes of those who walked...

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