The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered the mud of the road until the earth turned to slurry. I walked. My boots were heavy. They were caked in the gray filth of the valley. I was a King’s Man. I wore the black tunic. I carried the iron staff. My name was Elias. It did not matter. Names are for men who have homes. I had a duty. The castle stood on the hill. It was old. The stone was dark....

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