The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The tower shook. Stone dust fell like snow. Sir Thomas stood still. His hands were bound. The rope bit into his wrists. He did not scream. He looked at the window. The glass was cracked. Light came through. It hit the floor. It hit his armor. The steel was cold. He felt the cold. He felt the pain. He felt the end. But he felt the ring. The gold ring. It was on his finger. It was always there....

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