The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The iron key hung at your throat, cold as a drop of morning dew that had forgotten how to evaporate. It was not a key to a door, but to your own breath, a mechanism of control forged in the blacksmith’s heat and quenched in the indifference of the Crown. You were Edward Ashworth, the King’s Warden, and you had come to the High Hall to enforce the law. But the law, you would learn, was merely...

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