The Golden Ritual

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2026-08-20 02:26:27 -

The Golden Ritual

The seal was gold. It sat on the desk. It caught the light. I looked away. My hands shook. I was a soldier. Then I was not. The house was cold. Steam rose from the teacup. I held it with both hands. The warmth was a lie. Outside, the wind howled. The trees stripped their leaves. I thought of my father. He had worn this seal. He had worn it for fifty years. Now it was mine. I did not want it. I...

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