The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The city of Oakhaven burned in the night. It did not burn with the slow, smoldering patience of a hearth fire. It burned with a sudden, violent scream. The sky turned the color of a bruise, purple and black, and the air tasted of ash and copper. Elias stood on the high bridge. He held the staff. It was made of driftwood, smooth and cold. He had found it in the river three days before the war...

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