The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain fell in sheets. Grey and cold. It slicked the cobblestones of Aldbury. The city smelled of wet wool and iron. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels. He carried a bundle. Inside, a glass vial. It glowed. A soft, pulsing amber light. The heart of the river. He was a reader. A keeper of signs. The town called him a madman. They spat as he passed. He did not look...

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