The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The hall smells of roasted venison and stale sweat. You are seated at the high table. The gold platters catch the candlelight. It is a bright, hard light. It strips away the shadows. It leaves only the bone. You are the Keeper of the Gate. You have held this post for forty years. Your knees ache. The ache is a dull, constant drumbeat in your thighs. You ignore it. You must ignore it. The King’s...

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