The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain in Ashworth Hollow did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, wet curtain that smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, pressing against the single pane of glass in the kitchen window where Elara sat stirring a pot of broth. The pot was iron, blackened by decades of use, and the spoon she held was wooden, worn smooth by the friction of her own hands, the grain of the wood rubbed away until it...

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