The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The frost bit the stone. Cold. Sharp. Old. Miles stood by the window. Glass. Thin. White. Outside, the city slept. Dead. Or so it seemed. Smoke. Thick. Gray. Rising from the chimneys of the wealthy. The poor had no smoke. No heat. No breath. He looked at his hands. Calloused. Red. Cracked. They were hands of gold. Or so they said. In the market, they whispered. Miles the Gilder. He did not...

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