The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The soup was hot. It steamed in the iron pot, curling into the cold air of the barracks like a ghost refusing to leave. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the long table. His hands were still. They were steady hands. They had held rifles through the rain. They had held the trigger while the world shook. But tonight, the spoon trembled. Just a little. A fine vibration. Like a wire under tension. He looked...

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