The Golden Ritual
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of Oakhaven into sluggish rivers of mud and discarded wrappers, and I stood in the doorway of the precinct, watching the water slide down the glass, feeling the cold seep through the soles of my boots, wondering if the world had simply decided to drown before I could explain why I was still here. I am a...
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