The Golden Ritual
The rain in Old Kettering did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the High Street into slick, black mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky of a city that had forgotten the sun three centuries ago, and it was into this perpetual, damp twilight that Elias Thorne, the Chief Inquisitor of the Guild of Silenced Voices, dragged his aching,...
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