The Golden Ritual
The gate opens. You step out. The air is cold. It smells of wet stone and old blood. You are leaving. You are always leaving. This is the way. You walk fast. Your boots hit the cobblestones. *Clack. Clack.* The sound echoes. It sounds like a heartbeat. It sounds like a warning. You do not look back. You know what is behind you. You know what is inside. The city is grey. The sky is grey. The...
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