The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The iron gate screamed against the cobblestones, a sound like a dying animal, and then silence. Not the silence of peace, but the heavy, suffocating quiet of a held breath. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the High Court, his boots caked in the red mud of the northern marches. He did not look at the King. He looked at the floor. The stone was cold. It bit through the leather of his soles,...

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