The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The floorboards groaned under the weight of silence. Arthur stood in the center of the room. His hands trembled. They were thick hands, calloused from decades of shaping wood. But now they shook like leaves in a gale. The air smelled of pine resin and old sweat. It smelled of fear. He looked at the mirror. It was a large thing. An antique. The glass was dark, almost black, until he stepped...

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