The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The tower stood not as a monument to glory but as a wound in the hillside, a vertical scar of pale stone that pierced the grey morning sky with the quiet, unyielding persistence of a bone breaking through skin, and I stood at its base with my boots sinking into the damp earth, feeling the cold seep up through the leather and into the marrow of my legs, a sensation that was both physical and...

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