The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The feast was a lie built of rotting meat and stale wine. It sat in the center of the hall, a grotesque mountain of pork knuckles and black bread, steaming in the cold air. The monks ate with their heads bowed, not in prayer, but in hunger. Their jaws worked like the pistons of a broken engine. There was no talking. Only the wet sound of chewing. Only the scrape of wooden spoons against chipped...

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