The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The bell rings. You pick up the shovel. The dirt is cold. It bites your hands. You are Thomas. You are the warden’s dog. Not a dog of fur. A dog of duty. The walls are stone. The air smells of rot and rust. There is no sun here. Only the grey light of the courtyard. You dig. The earth resists. It does not want to give up its secrets. But you do not care. You need the coal. Or the food. Or the...

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