The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain does not wash the city clean. It only makes the mud slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of broken reflections, and the air tastes of wet ash and old copper. You stand in the shadow of the Great Hall, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword, the leather worn smooth by years of service. The stone beneath your boots is cold, a damp chill that seeps up through the soles...

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