The Golden Ritual
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a series of wet, breathing shadows. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked the perimeter of the Containment Zone with the mechanical precision of a clockwork figure, his boots sinking into the mud that had long since ceased to be earth and had become a slick, sentient sludge. He was a...
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