The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the mud road into a river of brown sludge. Edmund dragged his boots. They were heavy. They were his own skin now. He walked toward the keep. The stone walls rose high, dark and wet. The gate was open. He carried the chalice. It was brass. It was dented. It was his mother’s. It was the only thing he had left. He held it against his chest. The...

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