The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The road to Ashen Hollow was narrow. It wound through the woods like a vein of grey stone. I walked it every morning. My boots were heavy. The mud was deep. I was not a man. I was a thing. A shadow that wore skin. The village slept. Smoke rose from chimneys. It curled into the sky. It looked like fingers. I was the old guardian. The keeper of the gate. The gate was a tree. A great oak. It stood...

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