The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mist hung low over the valley of Aethelgard, a heavy gray shroud that smelled of wet stone and ancient rot. It did not lift. It did not breathe. It simply was, a stagnant pool of cold air that swallowed the trees at the edge of the town. Inside the watchtower, a place of drafty silence and peeling paint, Silas tightened his belt. The leather creaked, a dry sound against the hum of the fog....

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