The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The banquet hall smelled of roasting meat and old wood. Torches guttered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. Lord Malacor sat at the head of the table. His face was a mask of red meat and wine. He laughed. The sound was a wet, tearing thing. Sir Julian stood at the foot of the room. He held the sword. The blade was short. It was worn smooth by use. The hilt...

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