The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, black mirror that reflected the jagged, lightning-scarred sky with a fidelity that felt almost accusatory. I stood on the porch of the old manor, my boots sinking into the mud that clung to the wood with a wet, sucking sound, watching the mist curl around the gate like the breath of a dying...

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