The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ink was still wet when the Bishop found me. He stood in the doorway of the scriptorium. The candlelight caught the gold leaf on his mitre. It did not shine. It absorbed. "Edward," he said. His voice was dry. Like dust settling on a tomb. I looked up from the vellum. My fingers were stained. Black. The soot of the charcoal. The ash of the dead. "You are trembling," he observed. "I am cold,"...

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