The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The town of Oakhaven did not sleep. It watched. We stood in the square, the cobblestones slick with morning dew, and the mist clung to our boots like wet wool. I adjusted my belt, the leather creaking, a sound that seemed too loud in the silent air. Beside me, Thomas Bradshaw held his spear with a grip that looked like it might crush the wood. He did not speak. He never spoke much. We were the...

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