The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The letter is in your hand. It smells of wet wool and old paper. You are standing at the edge of the black pine forest. The air is thin. It bites your lungs. You are cold. You are tired. You have been walking for three days. The map is useless here. The ink has run. The symbols are smudged into gray ghosts. You remember the warning. The system does not like questions. The system likes order....

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