The Golden Ritual
You wear the coat. It is made of wolf fur and old iron. The fur is matted. The iron is rusted. You have worn it for three hundred years. Your name is Elias. You are a knight. Not a knight of honor. A knight of the Threshold. The Threshold is not a place. It is a feeling. It is the edge of the world where the air turns to stone. You stand here. Your friend stands with you. His name is Thomas. He...
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