The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the soot-blackened facades of the textile mills and the looming, indifferent spire of the City Hall where the Magistrate resided. I walked with a heavy, leaden gait, my boots sinking slightly into the mud that pooled in the ruts, each...

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