The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

"Stop." The word hung in the air. Cold. Sharp. I did not stop. My boots struck the wet cobblestones. Splash. Splash. The rain fell heavy on the grey city. It washed the streets clean. But it could not wash out the stain. "Lord Ashworth." A voice behind me. Soft. Tired. I turned. Master Silas stood in the doorway. His cloak was dark. His face was pale. He held a lantern. The flame shook in the...

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