The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fog sat heavy on the valley floor. It smelled of wet ash and cold iron. Elara walked. Her boots were wet. They were old. The leather had cracked. She did not care. The cold bit her fingers. She held the basket tight. Inside the basket was a jar. The jar was sealed. It was heavy. It hummed. A low, sick sound. She heard it in her teeth. Behind her, the mill loomed. It was a beast of stone and...

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