The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, sulfurous breath that clung to the iron lattices of the Grand Hall, turning the gaslights into bruised, weeping eyes that offered no comfort to the man standing before the throne. Sergeant Major Arthur Pendelton stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a posture of rigid defiance that had kept him alive through the trenches of the...

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