The Golden Ritual
The hammer strikes. You feel the ring in your teeth. The air tastes of copper and old blood. You swing back. The shadow swings with you. It is lighter than you. It is faster. You are bleeding. The red is bright. It is not your red. Or is it? You do not know. You stop. You breathe. The air is thick. It hangs in the chest. This is the Hall of Mirrors. It is not glass. It is polished steel. It is...
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