The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The mud of the valley floor was thick with the blood of the dead and the rain that had fallen for three days without ceasing, a mixture that clung to my boots like a second skin, heavy and cloying, smelling of iron and rot. I stood before the gate of the fortress, my sword sheathed but my hands still trembling from the adrenaline that had not yet drained from my veins, watching the smoke rise...

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