The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The night air smelled of wet stone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had permeated the very mortar of the City of Aethelgard until it was indistinguishable from the smell of the rain itself. Sir Edmund Vane lay in the cellar of the Watchtower, his limbs bound not by rope but by the sheer, crushing weight of the city’s expectation, a pressure that pressed against his eardrums with...

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