The Golden Ritual
The sky cracked open with a sound like a breaking bone, and the rain came down not in drops but in sheets of gray iron, hammering the thatch of the cottage until it felt less like a home and more like a coffin. You were seven, small and shivering, huddled in the corner of the room with your younger sister, Elspeth. The wind screamed through the eaves, a high, thin whine that made your teeth...
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