The Golden Ritual
The rain has been falling on the slate roof of the Blackwood Estate for three days, a relentless, gray drumming that seems to vibrate through the floorboards and into the marrow of your bones, a sound that is less a weather event and more a physical weight pressing against your eardrums until you can no longer distinguish the rhythm of the water from the chaotic, pounding thrum of your own...
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