The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The train hissed through the valley, a long black serpent shedding steam that smelled of coal and wet iron. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, his knuckles white as he gripped the leather strap of his satchel. Outside, the landscape was a blur of grey stone and withered hedges. He was returning to Blackwood, a town that had not seen the sun in three days. The air in the...

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