The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

I stood in the rain. The cobblestones slicked with mud. I held the lantern. It was heavy. The brass was cold. It burned my hand. I did not feel it. My wife, Elise, was waiting. Or so I thought. I knew better. I am the Seeker. I have always been the Seeker. This is my burden. My glory. The city of Oakhaven was dead. Not dead like stone. Dead like a held breath. The fog swallowed the spires. It...

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