The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The stone door groaned, a sound like a dying animal, before sealing shut with a finality that shook the dust from the lintel. Elara stood alone in the dark, the smell of wet moss and old blood thick in her throat. She was thirty years old, a widow of two months, and she had come to the ruins of St. Jude’s not for prayer, but for a cure. Thomas was burning up in their cottage, his skin tight and...

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