The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The tower collapsed first, a groan of stone that sounded too much like a dying breath, and then the sky turned the color of bruised plums. You were in the cellar, which was the only place in the old Abbey that still felt solid, though the floor beneath your feet trembled with a vibration that traveled up through your bones and settled in your teeth. The air smelled of wet limestone and old...

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