The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The hall is gold. Not the bright, screaming gold of new coins, but the dull, tallow-yellow of old fat. It sits in the middle of the room like a rotting tooth. You stand at the door. Your boots are heavy. The wood floor groans under your weight. You are a soldier. Or you were. The uniform fits tight across the shoulders. The brass buttons are cold. They bite into your skin. The air smells of wax...

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