The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm against the high windows of the keep, a sound like knuckles tapping on wood. I stood by the hearth. My hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the curse. That was the gift. Eleanor sat in the chair by the fire. She did not look at me. She looked at the pot. The pot simmered. A low, thick steam rose from it,...

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