The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bonfire in the valley of Ash Creek was not a campfire, nor was it a signal. It was a mouth, wide and roaring, swallowing the dry heather and the bones of the dead winter. The air tasted of sulfur and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood at the edge of the clearing, his boots sinking into the blackened earth, watching the flames lick at...

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