The Golden Ritual
The badge was gold. It sat on his chest, a heavy coin of authority, warm against the wool of his shirt. Elias Thorne touched it. He rubbed the surface. It was smooth. It was cold. He stood in the center of the office. The room was grey. The light was grey. The men around him were grey. They sat in a circle. They watched. Elias was a captain. He had served for twenty years. He had kept the...
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