The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mud on my hands was the color of dried blood, a thick, cloying paste that had seeped into the whorls of my fingerprints and the cracks of my palms, binding my skin to the earth in a way that felt less like labor and more like a slow, suffocating embrace. I stood in the center of the village square, the rain hammering down in sheets that turned the cobblestones into slick, treacherous...

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