The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The gold in the air tasted of copper and old blood. I sat on the cold stone floor of the crypt, my hands bound with leather thongs that bit into my wrists, and watched the mist curl around my ankles. It was a thick, viscous substance, not quite vapor, that seemed to possess a weight of its own, settling into the cracks of the ancient masonry. Above me, the vaulted ceiling was black with age and...

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