The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The feast was a lie of gold and blood. We sat in the Hall of Whispers. The air tasted of iron and stale wine. I looked at the chalice. It was brass. Tarnished. The handle was worn smooth by my father’s hand. He is gone. The cup remains. The Grand Inquisitor spoke. His voice was a dry leaf skittering on stone. He called it the Golden Ritual. He said the metal drank sin. I drank the wine. It...

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