The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The rain did not fall. It was driven. It hammered against the iron plates of Sir Cillian’s armor, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that drowned out the sound of his own breathing. He stood in the center of the courtyard, the wet cobblestones slick under his boots, and he felt the weight of the gold around his neck. It was heavy. Not physically, though it pulled at his clavicles, but spiritually....

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