The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The house breathed. It was a slow, heavy exhalation, like the lungs of a beast buried in the earth. I stood in the hallway, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old stone. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I am the new warden. I am also the oldest man alive, though the mirror lies to my face. It shows a man of forty. I feel a man of four hundred. The task was simple. Or so the prior warden,...

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