The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The iron bell rang. Not once. Twice. The sound was flat. Dead. It hung in the air of the manor house like a ghost that had forgotten how to speak. Silas stood by the hearth. The fire was low. Embers glowed red. Like eyes. He watched them. He did not move. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The leather was worn. Soft. It fit his palm. It fit it too well. It had grown into the skin. The...

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