The Golden Ritual
The gold dust did not fall so much as it seeped, a fine, metallic exhalation that crept from the fissures in the hearthstone and settled upon your skin with the weight of a wet wool coat, burning with a slow, persistent ache that no amount of washing could scrub away. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a man who has spent the last two decades at the borders of other people’s lives,...
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