The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The dream began with the sound of grinding stone. It was a low, rhythmic thrumming, like the heartbeat of a mountain buried deep beneath the earth. Waking, I found myself in the village of Oakhaven. It was a place of gray slate and darker shadows, where the air tasted of wet wool and old wood. I had walked for three days to reach this gate. My legs were heavy. My mind was clear. I was an exile....

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