The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The air in the valley of Ashwick hung thick with the scent of rotting lye and wet wool, a pungent miasma that clung to the skin like a second, heavier hide. It was the year of the great frost, when the rivers ran black and sluggish, and the only light that pierced the perpetual twilight of the low-hanging clouds was the sickly, amber glow of the forges. Elara stood at the edge of the precipice,...

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