The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bells of St. Jude’s rang not for a wedding, nor for a funeral, but for the Harvest of Bone. It was a mid-autumn night in the city of Oakhaven, a place where the cobblestones were slick with the smell of wet iron and old blood. The air tasted of copper. It tasted of teeth. In the great hall of the Guild Hall, the tables were set with silver plates that had not been polished in years. Dust...

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