The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The road was red dust. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. The leather cracked. Each step was a small pain. He carried a satchel. It held the ledger. It held the seal. It held the word of the Crown. The forest was thick. The trees leaned in. They whispered. Thomas did not stop. He was a man of law. Law did not stop for whispers. Law did not stop for hunger. Law did not stop for the ache in his...

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