The Golden Ritual
You walk in. The floor is hard. It smells of wet wool and old iron. You have been walking for a long time. Your feet are sore. The town is small. It sits in a valley. The smoke from the chimneys is thick. It hangs low. The people look at you. They do not smile. They know you. They know what you did. You are the thief. You are the liar. You are the man who took the gold. The building is there....
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