The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

You dream of the tower again, though you have not been to the tower in forty years. In the dream, the stone is warm, pulsing with a rhythm that is not quite your own, and the air smells of wet moss and old blood. You are a young man in the dream, your hands still uncalloused by the years of service, and you climb the spiraling stairs with a purpose that feels holy, a need to reach the top...

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