The Golden Ritual
We had been walking for three days without stopping, or at least it felt that way, because the city of Oakhaven does not have streets so much as it has corridors of grey stone that curve and double back until you forget which direction is north and which is the place where you left your soul, and I remember thinking that the air tasted of wet chalk and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated...
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