The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ring was cold. It had always been cold, a band of iron so dark it seemed to drink the light from the chapel candles. Seraphina wore it on her right thumb, a heavy, brutal thing that left a white crescent on her skin. It was the mark of the Order. It was the mark of the Deacon. And it was the mark of the lie. The chapel smelled of wet stone and old blood. Outside, the rain lashed against the...

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