The Golden Ritual
The boots were the first thing I saw when I woke up in the infirmary, and the last thing I would ever think about with any clarity, a pair of heavy, mud-caked combat boots that had once been the color of dried blood and were now the color of the dirt that had swallowed them, standing upright in the corner of the sterile white room like two silent, accusing sentinels who had watched me fail in...
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