The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mud sucked at his boots. Cold. Wet. Heavy. Caelen pulled. The spear snapped. Wood splinters bit his thumb. Blood mixed with the slurry. He did not look down. He looked at the line. The shield wall. It held. They called him the Wolf of the North. A lie. A brand. He was a sheepdog. Barking. Biting. Keeping the flock in the dark. The king’s men needed a monster. They gave him one. He wore it....

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