The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mud sucked at Elias’s boots like a hungry mouth, but he didn’t stumble. He couldn’t afford to. Around him, the air tasted of copper and wet ash, the smell of a village that had already begun to die. He raised the iron rod, his knuckles white, and swung it not with rage, but with the precise, mechanical grace of a man who had practiced this motion ten thousand times in the dark of his...

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