The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The stamp was brass. It was cold. It was the only thing that mattered. Elias held it up to the light. The letters were worn. The gold leaf flaked. He had polished it for three days. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. He was a man of forty years. He had crossed an ocean. He had learned the language. He had failed. Twice. He was here to fix it. The town was grey. The sky was a low ceiling...

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